-Eliza is now taking off her own diaper. Sometimes it is wet. Sometimes it is dry. Sometimes it is full of poop.
-I have been attempting the novel idea of a daytime shower. It may or may not involve a bowl of M&M's and a two year old.
-Isis informed me the other day she is cheating in school. If she isn't sure what to do, she just looks at her friend's paper.
-Each year we give our girls an ornament that symbolizes something significant about their year. Isis is getting a beautiful pair of pink, glass ballet slippers. Eliza is gettin' a possum.
-I went to the doctor today. I was there for over two hours. I had two wipes with me. Eliza pooped two times. You do the math.
-Honey Badger farted the other day, looked at me and said, "Not Eliza." (which is interesting because we typically own up to flatulence in this household...with pride)
-Isis said her own bedtime prayer last night. It went...Dear God, Thank you for today. Thank you that I got to have snack day at school. Thank you that Brinna got to do lights and doors. Help me to have no bad dreams and help me to have good dreams about cuddling with Mommy. And God...you are SO good. Amen.
-I found Eliza pulling ornaments off the tree the other day. She was apparently pooping at the same time. This creates two jobs for me.
-If by brush my teeth you meant this...
or this...
...then yes I did Mommy.
And if by put my clothes away you meant this...
or this...
...then yes I did Mommy.
1 comment:
I see an old Emma shirt in that stack. You are getting that fuzzy red one fo' sho'. Usually when I go into their rooms, I lay down and cry and ask God why they didn't get my OCD gene of cleanliness. The toothpaste - that makes me yell and yell. Rinse your dang spit out & why can't you put toothpaste on your brush and no where else?
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