I am writing with a heavy heart and deeply regret to inform you that I may no longer be a member of your elite society. For you see, I fear I cannot uphold the lofty ideals of such membership. I've been questioning my placement in your midst for some time, but this morning was the final straw. I'm embarrassed to admit that my daughter, my precious little girl was fed POPCORN for breakfast. I know, I know, I'm just as mortified as you are.(Though in my defense it was organic kettle corn from Sprouts and quite tastey) But there is more...whilst she was ailing this last week, I caved under her pressure and allowed her to have the evil binky once again. We had wiened her from it for the most part. But, her pathetic eyes, and tragic crys got to me and so, once again, the binky is ever present in her day. HOW can someone as weak as I continue to have membership in your elite group? I wish I could stop there, but in the interest of full admission, I must tell you that I also do NOT play sensory games with my children, unless you count me yelling "you're gonna feel the sensation of your bed if you keep fighting, or keep crying, etc." You get the jist. Somehow, I DON'T think that counts. I also fail to have tea parties with them, roll around on the floor, play tag or take them to museums. And my reading time is NOT 15 minutes a day as is suggested on PBS. I dare say that there have been a couple of days where I have actually NOT combed their hair (gasp in horror) or got them dressed. Oh what to do, what to do? The turmoil inside me is too much. The implications are too obvious. It is for these reasons that I HAVE to resign from your prestigious group. I shall ever endeavor to regain my standing.
With warm and humble regards,
Popcorn evidence. The problem was...I had to do her hair, and to keep her occupied, she usually has fruit snacks, but today it was the infernal popcorn. Objects just don't work so much. Anyway, this morning we were ready before breakfast, and frankly, she wanted NOTHING but the popcorn. So, Jere loaded her tray up, this pic only shows the end of a very satisfying popcorn munch by her royal highness.
More evidence of my ineptitude. And it's a hideous binky at that. But I ask you, can you look at those sicky eyes and NOT want her to have her comforter?
Here she is in all her sicky glory. It's been a ROUGH week around here. Max started with a bad cough last Monday, and then by Thursday Maggie had picked it up. It seemed harmless, as in, just a cough with clear snot. But, by Saturday night when we picked them up from my parents, Maggie had a 103 fever and Max was at about 99. This joy and rapture lasted for several days. Fevers, snot like you would NOT believe and a deep, rumbly cough. You know it was bad because Maggie was insisting on 2 naps a day and just holding me the rest of the time.
Add in Brooklyn and her 103 fever and cough and her dramatics and Monday was about the crappiest day ever! THEN, try having Brooklyn want to be held, because hey, all sick kids do want that, but Maggie would have NONE of that. If Brooklyn came near me, Maggie would go into crying fits, and scream at Brooklyn, or push her away. So, SO fun!
By Tuesday afternoon Maggie was a bit perkier, though the snot and cough continue. Auntie Julie watches the kids on Tuesdays and she took Maggie for a ride to the store. THIS is what she came home with. She loved it so much she even spontaneously smiled for the camera. WOW! You'll be glad to know that Brooklyn wore that same headband today to the store. She proudly bee bopped around Fry's with her headband of glory. Quite cute actually.
You'll be glad to know that by Wednesday Brooklyn was ok enough that she actually got dressed and we ventured out to Sprouts. Are you EVEN aware that they have red and green peppers TWO for a DOLLAR! Uh, that's freaking AWESOME!~!! I LOOOOOOOOOVE me some red peppers, and I cook with them whenever possible.
Anyway, that's out update from Casa Van. Hope all is well with the rest of you peeps!
Red peppers and tummy love,