Max, their dog, was better at finding the eggs than the girls....but he only ate one chocolate egg. That we know of.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Easter Eggs
Titi V and Uncle R invited us to spend Easter Sunday with them, and hosted an honest-to-goodness Easter egg hunt in their backyard.
Baby-A, who Jellybean and Monkey don't realize isn't actually NAMED "Baby-A", was the belle of the ball and flirted up a storm. When she was in mom's arms, only, of course.
Max, their dog, was better at finding the eggs than the girls....but he only ate one chocolate egg. That we know of.
And yes, those last few photos are the girls in their pajamas. Titi V and Uncle R gave them to the girls....so they HAD to wear them immediately, over their Easter frocks. While blowing bubbles. Good times.
Max, their dog, was better at finding the eggs than the girls....but he only ate one chocolate egg. That we know of.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Overheard
Recent snippets of conversations:
WE'RE READING IN BED! WE'RE READING IN BED! (sung in a LOUD chant, with maracas for accompaniment, at 7:10am in the morning. sorry neighbors)
Monkey: Jellybean, I am going to tell mom & dad that you are....being so kind. (not where I expected that one to go!)
Monkey: I can't figure this out. I need to watch Harry Potter (the movie) again, because my spells aren't working.
Jellybean: Mom, I'm sick.
Me: Really?
Jellybean: Yeah. Really sick.............I have the hiccups. (hiccup)
WE'RE READING IN BED! WE'RE READING IN BED! (sung in a LOUD chant, with maracas for accompaniment, at 7:10am in the morning. sorry neighbors)
Monkey: Jellybean, I am going to tell mom & dad that you are....being so kind. (not where I expected that one to go!)
Monkey: I can't figure this out. I need to watch Harry Potter (the movie) again, because my spells aren't working.
Jellybean: Mom, I'm sick.
Me: Really?
Jellybean: Yeah. Really sick.............I have the hiccups. (hiccup)
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
Hypochondriac
Yesterday I got that call. The dreaded call in the middle of the workday, a phone number you recognize but wish you didn't.....because it is the school, saying "come get your sick child." Immediately.
Jellybean got sent home, on suspicion of pinkeye. I picked her up, and while her eye was puffy and swollen, and while she was swaying with exhaustion as she sniffled and rubbed at her raw upper lip where the constant boogers had irritated her skin, she didn't look too bad.
I asked her how she was feeling as we walked home in the sunshine. Hand in hand (as I mentally reminded myself over and over again not to touch my eyes or - really - anything else until I washed my hands) we strolled and chatted.
Me: How are you feeling? Is your eye OK?
Jellybean: No mama, I feel sick.............I have the hiccups.
Jellybean got sent home, on suspicion of pinkeye. I picked her up, and while her eye was puffy and swollen, and while she was swaying with exhaustion as she sniffled and rubbed at her raw upper lip where the constant boogers had irritated her skin, she didn't look too bad.
I asked her how she was feeling as we walked home in the sunshine. Hand in hand (as I mentally reminded myself over and over again not to touch my eyes or - really - anything else until I washed my hands) we strolled and chatted.
Me: How are you feeling? Is your eye OK?
Jellybean: No mama, I feel sick.............I have the hiccups.
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