This is the least likely thing to see in our house these days: feet up, remote control, and no children climbing.
Making the ghosts was far less messy than eating the ghosts.
You LOVE getting under the covers with me and hiding from everyone else for a few minutes. In turn, I love suffocating under there with you.
It is part of life. The cars will eventually fade from your silverware. I will not buy new because you say so. Let's move on.
You were very sweet to push your sister on the swing. We know that when she toppled out and got hung up and you were struggling to help her, you were still being sweet in a very stressful situation. Way to go.
You may one day have hair girl.
That morning that you refused to put on a shirt--that was frustrating not sweet.
Mom--we do have Italian Chicken Soup for Patric sometimes, don't feel bad for him.
When you enthusiastically handed out buckets of candy after trick-or-treating, you had nearly as much fun.
This was sweet.
Nicholas. We've avoided this option for a couple of years because, well, it seems gross to me. We opted for expensive lotion, prescription lotion, Neosporin, petrolium based, balms, hydrocortisone. The morning after we tried this, your thumb was nearly healed. So that is why you will now smell like you are ready for the fryer, morning and night from here on out.
Elaine. Dad has been put on notice. When he comes home with tanks, he better come home with FOUR tanks from here on out.
We're still tired. But Operation Bottle Drop is working. Girls, you no longer get bottles--ever. You fuss (cry, scream, act as if you are being stabbed) yourselves to sleep for over half an hour every night now. We no longer use a monitor. We no longer rush to help you in the night in some attempt to let the boys sleep. In fact, we no longer get out of bed at night as a rule. Six nights in, we've not heard a peep from you in the last two.
Alida. When we ask you to perform for the doctor: Where is your nose? We're not just trying to entertain her, we are trying to proove we are not liars. When you stare blankly, we look like liars.
This is the least likely thing to see in our house these days: feet up, remote control, and no children climbing.
Making the ghosts was far less messy than eating the ghosts.
You LOVE getting under the covers with me and hiding from everyone else for a few minutes. In turn, I love suffocating under there with you.
It is part of life. The cars will eventually fade from your silverware. I will not buy new because you say so. Let's move on.
You were very sweet to push your sister on the swing. We know that when she toppled out and got hung up and you were struggling to help her, you were still being sweet in a very stressful situation. Way to go.
You may one day have hair girl.
That morning that you refused to put on a shirt--that was frustrating not sweet.
Mom--we do have Italian Chicken Soup for Patric sometimes, don't feel bad for him.
When you enthusiastically handed out buckets of candy after trick-or-treating, you had nearly as much fun.
This was sweet.
Nicholas. We've avoided this option for a couple of years because, well, it seems gross to me. We opted for expensive lotion, prescription lotion, Neosporin, petrolium based, balms, hydrocortisone. The morning after we tried this, your thumb was nearly healed. So that is why you will now smell like you are ready for the fryer, morning and night from here on out.
Elaine. Dad has been put on notice. When he comes home with tanks, he better come home with FOUR tanks from here on out.
We're still tired. But Operation Bottle Drop is working. Girls, you no longer get bottles--ever. You fuss (cry, scream, act as if you are being stabbed) yourselves to sleep for over half an hour every night now. We no longer use a monitor. We no longer rush to help you in the night in some attempt to let the boys sleep. In fact, we no longer get out of bed at night as a rule. Six nights in, we've not heard a peep from you in the last two.
Alida. When we ask you to perform for the doctor: Where is your nose? We're not just trying to entertain her, we are trying to proove we are not liars. When you stare blankly, we look like liars.
4 comments:
Helping little people free from the bottle is a tough job. I have been thinking about you and sending prayers that sleep would come. Those girls are working on being two!!
I love the photos of everyday life.
I check your blog almost every day and admire you in so many ways.
Have a good weekend!
The Dukes' Gran
Are those the most adorable flannel pajama bottoms that were ever made for a little boy on Nicholas Halloween Night?!! Wear them gently, little buddy, wear them gently...
I'm glad Patric got a chance to relax before his pool party that day.
And I can't wait to see the girls with hair! I wonder how much time that will add to the morning routine, though?
Stubers, love the reivew:) The pictures, as always, are great.
Criso is GREAT for lots of things, learned that when Jay was a baby and am glad to hear it's working for Nicholas.
Hope the bottle free home is still working and that sleep is on the list of "things done" each night.
The chicken soup looks really good, mind sharing the receipe?
I love randomness. The pictures were great. As I say every time, they are growing up too fast. I'm so proud of the girls for getting rid of their bottles. I can just see them, in their beds, lying face down screaming like you've broken their little hearts.
Hope you get 7 nights of sleep this week :)
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