Thursday, March 5, 2009
Scotch tape salvation
They ripped the bible. I heard the wretched noise of paper tearing and an "uh oh!" from them. I yelled (which is probably not what you should do when your children are reading the bible). And took the bible away. They knew to be gentle with the pages. And then I looked at what they ripped. The page of Eve taking the apple from the serpent. Poetic.
Eve and that darned apple, God casting us from the garden. Its been downhill ever since. Until... redemption. Which in this case came in the form of scotch tape.
While I was taping, Lucy loaded a program onto my notebook.
Eve and that darned apple, God casting us from the garden. Its been downhill ever since. Until... redemption. Which in this case came in the form of scotch tape.
While I was taping, Lucy loaded a program onto my notebook.
Ultimate indignity
Morning coffee. Home-brewed. Trying to wake up.
Faster daughter whooshes by and knocks it from my grip.
Shattered ceramic. Sloshed coffee on tepee. And me.
I only had two sips.
Daughter insists on me toweling off the two drops that got on a the Itty Twins book.
Faster daughter whooshes by and knocks it from my grip.
Shattered ceramic. Sloshed coffee on tepee. And me.
I only had two sips.
Daughter insists on me toweling off the two drops that got on a the Itty Twins book.
Monday, March 2, 2009
New to talking
New talkers are funny.
Lucy (to me while she was kicking me on the changing table): "Momma, you're like a fun toy"
Harper (while Single Ladies was playing on the radio): "This my favorite song" She likes to get her hands "up".
Harper: "Bite me, Mommy"
Lucy (to me while she was kicking me on the changing table): "Momma, you're like a fun toy"
Harper (while Single Ladies was playing on the radio): "This my favorite song" She likes to get her hands "up".
Harper: "Bite me, Mommy"
Sunday, March 1, 2009
My kind of bible
I have been doing a Christian study class called "The Truth Project" and I also just read "The Shack" for book club this month which has really made me want to spend some time reading the bible.
But its pretty long, and a lot of words in it. And then this adorable little book comes in the mail from Auntie Rachel. Thank you!
It gets to the crux and I like the illustrations. And it doesn't hurt to approach God like a child.
From the real Bible...
"Truly, I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven" (Matthew 18:3).
Wait, was this for the girls?
But its pretty long, and a lot of words in it. And then this adorable little book comes in the mail from Auntie Rachel. Thank you!
It gets to the crux and I like the illustrations. And it doesn't hurt to approach God like a child.
From the real Bible...
"Truly, I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven" (Matthew 18:3).
Wait, was this for the girls?
The Scary Part
We have a new expression of emotion in our house. Things are now "scary". Disney movies. Scary. Aladdin is too scary to watch. The Octupus witch in Little Mermaid is scary. Captain Hook and the ticking crocodile are scary. I can definitely see it. I'm a little scared myself. They tried to tell me that Elmo was scary. I wasn't buying that. I told them that nothing on Sesame Street has been scary since they retired Sammy the Snake in the 80s. I'm Sammy the Snake and I have to confessss, I look and sound just like the letter S. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSss. Or was it just me who had to hide behind the sofa when it came on?
And sometimes Mommy is scary. When I'm the monster who they are telling to chase them.
Hiding in the curtains from monster mommy.
Scary
Scary
Scary
And sometimes Mommy is scary. When I'm the monster who they are telling to chase them.
Hiding in the curtains from monster mommy.
Scary
Scary
Scary
Bedlam
What have I done? I decided the solution to our next step in sleeping was the toddler beds. They kept getting out of their cribs. I had just sold our crib tents. Someone was selling 2 cute pottery barn toddler beds in my Mothers of Multiples group. We weren't prepared to spend $2000 on twin beds (pssst. the economy is real bad) and I wasn't ready to get rid of my double rocker to make room. Thus, the toddler beds.
The girls were excited when I told them. Lucy started her mileaminutecan'ttakeabreath talking. She wanted a pink bed, cuz that's her favorite, but was still o.k. with the white.
Harper made her excited face.
We kept the cribs in there because we weren't sure how things were going to go and didn't have time to disassemble.
Night 1: Multiple exits. Crying running around. About 45 minutes into it Lucy ended up in the crib. Harper stayed in the big girl bed. Slept pretty well.
Day 2: 7 a.m wakeup - there goes my 15 - 45 minutes of sleep in time. Nap. Didn't happen. After about 1.5 hours of trying I finally bit the bullet and took them on a tour of parks. On the way there they were saying, "My tired." Yeah, I bet you are. But you are going to do the monkey bars, girl. And run wind sprints. I was determined if they were up they were going to be running around and not getting a free pass by popping in Nemo.
Night 2: Due to exhaustion, they fell asleep about 40 minutes after lights off. I had to stay in the room.
Day 3: 6:45 wake up. Wha? They used to wake up then, but would go back to sleep. Now they sit and scream for me. Went for a slightly later nap, which was actually successful. Think they were still exhausted from Day 2. Slept for about 1.5 hours.
Night 3: Crying. Falling out of bed. Climbing into sister's bed. Hitting. Leaving room. Running around. I tried everything. Staying in the room. Rubbing backs. Threats. Bribes. Silence finally came at about 9:40. I think I just need to plan to stay in there with a six pack and phone tetris tomorrow night.
The change and newfound freedom is just too exciting. Especially when you have a friend to share in the excitement. I remember freshman year of high school, we had a cheerleading competition in Williamsburg, VA. My parents and my BFF drove down the night before and we stayed at the Econo Lodge. Me and BFF GOT OUR OWN ROOM. Which, you know, means you stay up all night drinking coke, eating doritos (nacho cheese, pre cool ranch days)doing gymnastics down the halls, jumping on the beds and staying up WAY past Fantasy Island. The difference? My parents probably slept through it. Having their own room and all. Very clever.
I am expecting mega grumps tomorrow. But maybe a nap?
The beds, when they were still cute.
The girls were excited when I told them. Lucy started her mileaminutecan'ttakeabreath talking. She wanted a pink bed, cuz that's her favorite, but was still o.k. with the white.
Harper made her excited face.
We kept the cribs in there because we weren't sure how things were going to go and didn't have time to disassemble.
Night 1: Multiple exits. Crying running around. About 45 minutes into it Lucy ended up in the crib. Harper stayed in the big girl bed. Slept pretty well.
Day 2: 7 a.m wakeup - there goes my 15 - 45 minutes of sleep in time. Nap. Didn't happen. After about 1.5 hours of trying I finally bit the bullet and took them on a tour of parks. On the way there they were saying, "My tired." Yeah, I bet you are. But you are going to do the monkey bars, girl. And run wind sprints. I was determined if they were up they were going to be running around and not getting a free pass by popping in Nemo.
Night 2: Due to exhaustion, they fell asleep about 40 minutes after lights off. I had to stay in the room.
Day 3: 6:45 wake up. Wha? They used to wake up then, but would go back to sleep. Now they sit and scream for me. Went for a slightly later nap, which was actually successful. Think they were still exhausted from Day 2. Slept for about 1.5 hours.
Night 3: Crying. Falling out of bed. Climbing into sister's bed. Hitting. Leaving room. Running around. I tried everything. Staying in the room. Rubbing backs. Threats. Bribes. Silence finally came at about 9:40. I think I just need to plan to stay in there with a six pack and phone tetris tomorrow night.
The change and newfound freedom is just too exciting. Especially when you have a friend to share in the excitement. I remember freshman year of high school, we had a cheerleading competition in Williamsburg, VA. My parents and my BFF drove down the night before and we stayed at the Econo Lodge. Me and BFF GOT OUR OWN ROOM. Which, you know, means you stay up all night drinking coke, eating doritos (nacho cheese, pre cool ranch days)doing gymnastics down the halls, jumping on the beds and staying up WAY past Fantasy Island. The difference? My parents probably slept through it. Having their own room and all. Very clever.
I am expecting mega grumps tomorrow. But maybe a nap?
The beds, when they were still cute.
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