Mother's Day, and more bad parenting.

Trying to get everybody ready to head up to bed.

C4 walks by not putting her chair away after being told to put it away.
C39, trying to get C4 to put the chair away says "You need to do what I say"
C4 runs and puts her chair away saying "Mr. Poopy"
C39 (regrettfully): Ohhh, man, I do say that, that's where she gets it from.
E38 (thinking, he says Mr. Poopy???): You say Mr. Poopy???
Q4 (Dancing on landing): Mr. Poopy, Mr. Poopy, Mr. Poop poop pooopy! (song and dance continue for 2 minutes as C39 and E38 laugh and laugh)

Of course, C39 meant the "You need to do what I say" which is what C4 has been saying these days.

Parade day.

Waiting for the candy


Last car in the parade (before DPW) ... the BUBBLE CAR!!


On the miniature "train" at the festival


At the festival arts table

Bump. Bump. Bump.

Wednesday C4 fell off the bed. She cried a bit, but I distracted her and she stopped complaining that her head hurt, and went to school as usual.

Wednesday afternoon C4 complained again that her head hurt from the fall, but I distracted her, asking her about her school day (it didn't hurt so much at school) and she stopped complaining about it.

Thursday afternoon C4 took a nap. She never naps. Even in the car.

C39 went up to check on her ... and she woke and said she had to go potty ... but didn't make it. This was not a pee-pee accident. This type of accident hasn't happened since ... potty training.

And she complained her head hurt.

C39 called me at work and I first said, let's just watch her, but the poo thing got to me and I said take her to the doctor. Somethings wrong if she took a nap and pooped in her pants.

The doctor checked her out, said she was fine, and sent C4 home, telling C39 to take her to hospital if anything unusual happened.

Nighttime. C4 falls asleep at an appropriate time, and wakes, yelling that she feels like she has to throw up. Incredibly, we reach her in time and she vomits in the toilet.

I take her to the hospital. The vomiting has made her feel much better. We spend 3 hours there to be told she's fine (I know, I know!). And to get a pops-lickle.

11:30 we are discharged (amazing the discharge lady, as C4 was reading everything in sight) and incredibly, C4 did NOT fall asleep on the ride home. She's awake for a midnight snack. Which I give her.

New game

Q3 pretends to be a baby. Mostly this involves her scooting and crawling around, going Goo-goo, gaa-gaa! and doing whatever we say babies do. But here is her quiet time rendition. Except that she couldn't get out by herself.

It's raining it's pouring

So we're stuck inside and it's boring.

Well, not really. Not at all. But I am ready for some outside time. And I think so are the girls.

Vampires

Thank you, my good friend, for bringing over the cake that made C4 look like she just sucked down a squirrel raw ...



... and made Q3 look ... well like she drinks alien blood (please ignore huge boogie in this vampire's nose)

Some time ago

While shopping in January the girls found fabric they really liked. So, although I had no idea what to do with it, we bought it anyway.

About a month ago I found a pattern for an itty-bitty baby dress ... and enlargement for 3T size. This was something I could make! OK, so these aren't so itty bitty ... they are the enlargement (to the right) and an enlargement of the enlargement (the left). Original Pattern on Made By Rae."

Here it is. The fabric still isn't MY favorite, but I'm not wearing these!!



And of course, they'll do anything to be in a video: