We’d be millionaires if we could ‘bottle-up’ this sound. It would do wonders for people that suffer from depression. How can you not giggle along?
Spring is in the air…and summer is just around the corner. We are all growing excited. No more getting up early. No more packing lunches. Hopefully, no more early morning yelling (we’ll see about that!).
I setup a tea party for the girls because it was perfect outdoors, and my friend wanted to get some pictures of the new Stella & Dot jewlery for girls. My frustration grew because within minutes the sweet setting I had created was a disaster.
What is it with my girls (and their cousin, Elin)? How did I get destructive girls!?! Is it just there is more than one? Will this end? Will I someday be thankful because they will not let anyone push them around and will speak up for their beliefs? Calgon, take me away!
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Across the board, the girl has no fear. Yesterday, she came in with two worms in need of a home. Yet she is obsessed with putting on makeup. Not sure what all of it means…
Here she is stair jumping with a little pre-jump showing off.
What Tim loves is the total and complete trust that he will catch her.
Four has always been my favorite age. A four-year old understands most concepts, their language is well-developed, they are fairly self-sufficient, they are no longer a danger to themselves, etc.
With the twins quickly approaching four in July, I am just waiting for the switch to begin. Honestly, it doesn’t look as if it is.
My silence on the blog is due to two main factors:
1) I am chest deep in planning the Inaugural luanch of our nonprofit for FamilyPrint on April 23rd.
2) Three weeks ago, I randomly in a fit of rage decided to take the TV away indefinitely (another blog post about this will come soon).
3) The twins have been on a destruction streak.
Here is the list of things they have done recently:
+ While standing on my beloved, L-shaped, glass-top desk in my office, Campbell drops a large marble. It clearly hit it in just the right spot because one side of it shattered. Had she fallen through she would have sliced herself open from head to foot. Thankfully, she did not. However, as soon as I saw that she didn’t have a scratch on her, I was furious. I am now unhappily typing on a hard piece of plywood that has since been written on. And, it doesn’t look nearly as sleek as my cool glass.
+ At the first sign of warm weather, the kids ran to play with the neighbors. Apparently, they needed a Costco-sized box of Cheerios to snack on! While I was out of sight for approximately two minutes they managed to crush the entire contents into the wood deck. If we don’t have a host of rodents swarming around our house soon, I will be in shock.
+ Some stickers are easily removed others are not. In an effort to bide some time while I worked on Briggs science project, I gave the girls a box of old file folder stickers. They covered the hardwood floor. Briggs and I were on our hands and knees scraping them off for an hour.
+ Laundry. I am not a big fan of the washing-drying-folding-putting it away process…especially after ten loads a week. But when I get it to the final stage of having all of the clothes folded to find my neat piles thrown over the banister from the second floor to the first…well it doesn’t fill me with happy thoughts. It makes me want to put the girls to bed early and lock them behind their door.
+ Campbell is so thrilled with writing that she doesn’t stop. With a pen and paper constantly in her hand, she writes all day. Unfortunately, she found a paint pen. Once Tim noticed a strong smell coming from the dining room, it was too late. She was just laying on the floor writing away while the paint pen leaked through to the hardwoods. Thank goodness for Mr. Clean’s Magic Eraser. The inventors have no idea how they changed the lives of mothers.
+ We used to have four cordless phones. We don’t even have one anymore. I am pretty confident that we will find them out in the yard as the snow melts.
The list just continues. I wonder if magically on their fourth birthday they are going to change their ways. It makes me think my grandmother must really be enjoying all of this chaos up in Heaven.
So I take the kids to our local Mexican restaurant to meet Tim for dinner. While we are waiting and eating chips with guacamole, Emerson strikes up a conversation with a woman at the next table. This is what I hear:
WOMAN:
I love your name. So how old are you?
EMERSON:
Three but I’m gonna be five and a half soon. I have wine in my bedroom.
SCREECH! TIME TO INTERJECT IN TO THE COVERSATION
ME:
HaHa…isn’t that funny. Well, Emerson is kind of right. She has two wine bottles in her room. But they are from the hospital. When each baby is born the hospital gives a personalized label with the baby’s name and birthdate on a sparkling grape juice bottle! Geez, I bet that sounded great.
It is amazing what children say, when they say it, in the context they say it, and why they say it.
I know well enough that I am aging as the days quickly pass. It is evidently clear to me when I look in the mirror every morning. But the girls have started suggesting that I play the ‘grandma’ role. Of course, when the twins play “Mommy-Baby”, Campbell is Mommy, Emerson is baby, and I guess now I am getting prematurely aged to GRANDMA! As if approaching my forties isn’t enough!
But then I remembered my sister-in-law legitamely had four kids by the time she was 21 and a REAL grandmother by forty. So I didn’t feel so bad.
I will keep pretending to be FAKE Granny…at least they are handing me a FAKE tall, skinny vanilla late and cookie from their FAKE kitchen.
Look what Santa dropped off! Beware…they are on the loose with FOUR wheels.
IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER…they still strip down, change constantly and wear totally inappropriate clothing given the temperatures.
