Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Grace: "Catherine, stop doing that!"
Grace: "CATHERINE! Stop doing that!"
Grace: "CATH-ER-INE!!! STOP DOING THAT!!!"
I went in to check things out, and they were each in their own beds, dreaming away. Pretty amazing that they even manage to fight in their sleep.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
- the name of the town in which we live (which he obviously knew!)
- our street name
- we had to come pay our water bill
- mommy lost the envelope
- if we don't pay, we can't take anymore baths or showers
- we have a dog who is sick with a skin infection
- our sick dog peed on the rug last night during dinner and daddy threw the rug away
- we had waffles for dinner
- they were NEW waffles (don't worry, I don't feed them old food...these were just a new kind of waffle)
- Grace has two bug bites
- we were headed to see Nanny and Pop
- they are our best friends
I really don't know where they get this. They find someone who looks willing to listen, and they just start spewing out random things. Okay...maybe I do know where they get this. I've been known to do the very same thing. Just not to strangers. Unless blogging counts!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
i heard the cry today about 45 minutes into the girls' nap. every mom knows the cry. it's the cry that you know needs immediate attention. it can't wait until the next commercial or until your finish another page in your book. you have to go now! someone is seriously hurt or sick. until today, hearing that cry in our house meant that someone had thrown up. i hate the cry! i'm not good with throw up. today, though, it had come out the other end. for those of you who don't know me, that's just gross. for those of you who do, it's hilarious. there i stood, total germaphobe, with my sweet little girl laying in a bed of poop, crying. it wasn't as bad as it could have been. there actually wasn't that much. anyway, there i stood, just staring at her. i was the only one home, so it was up to me. the germaphobe in me wanted to go get a pair of rubber gloves. the mom in me just wanted to hug my little girl and tell her it was okay. so i did. i hugged my poopy little 3-year-old. i told her it was okay, and we took care of it. we got everything and everyone clean (and sanitized!). i got her bedding and clothes in the wash, and threw away a few things that couldn't be salvaged. i gave her a bath, then held her in my lap until she calmed down. i'd like to think that won't happen again, but i know it probably will. maybe next time, though, toby will be home!