Cold and Wet
Cold and Wet
To wet to play outside
One of the three to sick to go anywhere.
So we sit sit sit.
Oh sun come out and play.
And all three be healthy.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
8 months!
Elizabeth and Cosette turn 9 months tomorrow. So I thought I'd be on the ball and put the 8 month picture up!
Monday, January 25, 2010
How I became a NARC and my other adventures on Saturday
Well, now ALL the youngest girls have whatever it is that is going around. We had to reschedule everything so I decided to make the most of the great day and cook up some massive amounts of baby food. There is something I love about having 10 things going on at the same time. I was steaming rice and barley, steaming broccoli, making bread, browning ground meat, and cooking squash all at the same time. I loved it!
I took a break when all the girls were napping and then when everyone was awake John and I decided to go to a store. We got some of what he needed, and some things I did just for good measure. I usually only go shopping on the weekday mornings so I was totally overwhelmed with the amount of people in the store. Who knew- Saturday shopping= crowded. We got all on our list (and one or two things extras) and headed to check out. We happened to pick the check out right by the bathroom. So this of course lead to Gianna asking to go. So I had to take her. She headed right to the dirty potty. Why? I don't know. I practically had to drag her to another stall. So I was steering her around and we went into the stall behind us. I saw they had toilet seat covers- how great! I thought. Not every place has them and it is so much nicer than getting the toilet paper out. So I was getting the seat cover and Gianna is eye level with the back of the toilet. And there she spies a bag and grabs it and asks loudly as only kids can in a public restroom, "What's this?"
What is it about kids that they ask and touch at the SAME time? Giving you absolutly no time to: think of a good answer/ excuse, or divert and redirect.
I really wasn't happy about Gianna touching anything in the public restroom. I've seen those Dateline and Oprah shows. I pry it out of her hand and say, "I don't know." Because I didn't. So she goes and I am really confused about what exactly was my daughter holding in her hand? I take a closer look at the bag and see some strange black things that look like old tobacco.
Friends, it was pot. That's right- P-O-T. All of the sudden I get this weird shaky feeling go down my spine. Because I've seen the Dateline/Oprah shows I think I know what is going on. I feel like some bad lady is going to knock down the stall and we are going to be in the way of her Mary Jane. I hurry Gianna as fast as I can because I all I want to do is get the heck out of dodge.
We wash fast and get out of there. I walk up to John who by this time is in his 10th conversation about how cute the babies are and who else in their family/neighborhood/ long lost relations has twins. I scan the crowd for a manager and find some guy who looks like he's in control.
Are you a manager?
No, but how can I help you?
Um well, umm. I'm no expert, but my daughter found this bag of something that looked like pot um marijuana um something that looked like it. Again I don't know but I don't think it was supposed to be there. (Thinks in head: And I'm SURE it wasn't an air freshener.)In the bathroom in the stall in the first one um OK.
I turn and tell John as we walk/run quickly towards the exit.
And that's how I became a NARC.
I took a break when all the girls were napping and then when everyone was awake John and I decided to go to a store. We got some of what he needed, and some things I did just for good measure. I usually only go shopping on the weekday mornings so I was totally overwhelmed with the amount of people in the store. Who knew- Saturday shopping= crowded. We got all on our list (and one or two things extras) and headed to check out. We happened to pick the check out right by the bathroom. So this of course lead to Gianna asking to go. So I had to take her. She headed right to the dirty potty. Why? I don't know. I practically had to drag her to another stall. So I was steering her around and we went into the stall behind us. I saw they had toilet seat covers- how great! I thought. Not every place has them and it is so much nicer than getting the toilet paper out. So I was getting the seat cover and Gianna is eye level with the back of the toilet. And there she spies a bag and grabs it and asks loudly as only kids can in a public restroom, "What's this?"
What is it about kids that they ask and touch at the SAME time? Giving you absolutly no time to: think of a good answer/ excuse, or divert and redirect.
I really wasn't happy about Gianna touching anything in the public restroom. I've seen those Dateline and Oprah shows. I pry it out of her hand and say, "I don't know." Because I didn't. So she goes and I am really confused about what exactly was my daughter holding in her hand? I take a closer look at the bag and see some strange black things that look like old tobacco.
Friends, it was pot. That's right- P-O-T. All of the sudden I get this weird shaky feeling go down my spine. Because I've seen the Dateline/Oprah shows I think I know what is going on. I feel like some bad lady is going to knock down the stall and we are going to be in the way of her Mary Jane. I hurry Gianna as fast as I can because I all I want to do is get the heck out of dodge.
We wash fast and get out of there. I walk up to John who by this time is in his 10th conversation about how cute the babies are and who else in their family/neighborhood/ long lost relations has twins. I scan the crowd for a manager and find some guy who looks like he's in control.
Are you a manager?
No, but how can I help you?
Um well, umm. I'm no expert, but my daughter found this bag of something that looked like pot um marijuana um something that looked like it. Again I don't know but I don't think it was supposed to be there. (Thinks in head: And I'm SURE it wasn't an air freshener.)In the bathroom in the stall in the first one um OK.
I turn and tell John as we walk/run quickly towards the exit.
And that's how I became a NARC.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Heart Broken
With tears and stomping of feet she announced, "No momma. NO!!!!" "I don't want to!"
It was time to go the momma had said. Crying responded.
Patiently the momma picked up the girl, held her close and wiped away the tears.
"Not you momma. NOT YOU!"
"The Teachers!!!" She said in one last act of defiance.
The momma had no words. She caught her breath and thought at least she likes school.
And silently, silently a heart was broken. For the momma knew- this is just the beginning. More heart breaks and more tears will be shed. So the momma held the girl on her hip and walked to the car.
All buckled up and driving the momma said, "I love you."
Silence came from the back seat.
"Can I have a snack?"
It was time to go the momma had said. Crying responded.
Patiently the momma picked up the girl, held her close and wiped away the tears.
"Not you momma. NOT YOU!"
"The Teachers!!!" She said in one last act of defiance.
The momma had no words. She caught her breath and thought at least she likes school.
And silently, silently a heart was broken. For the momma knew- this is just the beginning. More heart breaks and more tears will be shed. So the momma held the girl on her hip and walked to the car.
All buckled up and driving the momma said, "I love you."
Silence came from the back seat.
"Can I have a snack?"
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Pretty Christmas outfits
So proud- our new skill: sitting up!
E and C
E and G
Sister loving
I've decided to finally review Christmas for your viewing pleasure. I bought these outfits before the babies were born. It was so fun to see all three of them so cute. I did however have to force Gianna into wearing her outfit EVERY. Single. Time. I'm coming to terms with the fact that she has an opinion that is different than mine. But I decide to pick my battles and that day was that day!
E,G and C
Look at those smiles! Daddy was doing some funny dancing.
Because you wanted to know, I do try to dress the babies in the same thing or in coordinating things. (See previous paragraph about Gianna having an opinion on her outfits). They don't have fits about what to wear (yet!). I love my dress up babies!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Hold on for one more day
We headed to Temple to see John's family and enjoy time with out of country cousins.
But the result of the weekend only makes me want to say 'Sorry' to my momma.
You see, one time when my dad was away, my momma let me sleep with her. I didn't want my dads side- no I had to have her side. I was so excited. I LOVED it.
My dad was gone for a LONG time in kid world, but for some reason I only slept with my mom for one night.
I slept with Gianna for two nights. That girl is NEVER still. It was a king bed and she managed to take up all of it. She woke up early and never napped. She wore me out!
Maybe that's why I only got one night with my mom.....
Friday, January 15, 2010
Haiti
34"Then the King will say to those on his right, 'Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. 35For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.'
37"Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?'
40"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'
Matthew 25
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