This needs to be a ritual at the end of every week...pedicures are Gods way of telling us "good job for not killing your 2 year old this week" or "good job doing the dishes...again...for the 10th time today." Since I don't do alcohol, this will have to do.
This week especially has been hard even though just the opposite, it has been great.
I danced a lot with Allisandria
Then...she knocks Bella over from sitting up
I built a huge tower out of blocks
Then...she runs from me at the grocery store, and as I go to grab her, I slip and fall right on my butt. I then get up and drag her to the next isle where Bella is patiently waiting in the cart.
Allisandria laid by Bella and played pat a cake
Then...she decided naptime was for the birds and spent "naptime" in timeout, on her bed reading books, while I worked on things that I can't do but in naptime.
Went to the park and took the dogs for a walk
Then...Bo threw up all day from what I think was heat exhaustion from the walk. I took him in the morning. It hadn't hit 100 yet and we had been wlking them multiple times a week for a couple of weeks. So my house smelt "amazing", had to cancel hair appointments cause I didn't want to offend anyone with the smell, and made a late trip to the store to pick up fabreeze candles and borrow Mar's carpet cleaner...whhhew! Done...wait not yet.
Even though Allisandria didn't take a nap, she was a pretty good girl...
Then after dinner she was complaining about her toe that she stubbed earlier in the week and cut the toe nail off in the quick. We told her we would put a bandaid on and give her medicine and put a sock on, she wasn't having it. We forced her. Dave held her down as I put neosprin and the bandaid on. Kicking and screaming, she peed on Dave...he was rightfully pissed, but forgot to console his daughter who was histerical at thatb point. She was freeeeeaking out. I picked her up, pee and all and held her, tooker her clothes off...still screaming...got her in her jammies. She asked to go to bed. I snuggled with her, then dad came in and wanted a kiss...she wouldn't give him one. She really was mad at him...sad. I am sure he felt like crap.
Life can only get better right? Then the Lord whispers in my ear...."may get better, but things will be harder too. Aren't you excited?"
Just get me throught the 2's stage and ask me that again.
Xoxo, Tricia
This week especially has been hard even though just the opposite, it has been great.
I danced a lot with Allisandria
Then...she knocks Bella over from sitting up
I built a huge tower out of blocks
Then...she runs from me at the grocery store, and as I go to grab her, I slip and fall right on my butt. I then get up and drag her to the next isle where Bella is patiently waiting in the cart.
Allisandria laid by Bella and played pat a cake
Then...she decided naptime was for the birds and spent "naptime" in timeout, on her bed reading books, while I worked on things that I can't do but in naptime.
Went to the park and took the dogs for a walk
Then...Bo threw up all day from what I think was heat exhaustion from the walk. I took him in the morning. It hadn't hit 100 yet and we had been wlking them multiple times a week for a couple of weeks. So my house smelt "amazing", had to cancel hair appointments cause I didn't want to offend anyone with the smell, and made a late trip to the store to pick up fabreeze candles and borrow Mar's carpet cleaner...whhhew! Done...wait not yet.
Even though Allisandria didn't take a nap, she was a pretty good girl...
Then after dinner she was complaining about her toe that she stubbed earlier in the week and cut the toe nail off in the quick. We told her we would put a bandaid on and give her medicine and put a sock on, she wasn't having it. We forced her. Dave held her down as I put neosprin and the bandaid on. Kicking and screaming, she peed on Dave...he was rightfully pissed, but forgot to console his daughter who was histerical at thatb point. She was freeeeeaking out. I picked her up, pee and all and held her, tooker her clothes off...still screaming...got her in her jammies. She asked to go to bed. I snuggled with her, then dad came in and wanted a kiss...she wouldn't give him one. She really was mad at him...sad. I am sure he felt like crap.
Life can only get better right? Then the Lord whispers in my ear...."may get better, but things will be harder too. Aren't you excited?"
Just get me throught the 2's stage and ask me that again.
Xoxo, Tricia
Didn't you hear? 3 is the new 2!
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ReplyDeleteoh tricia... you dont know how many times i have told shaun that I wished we drank wine.... a glass of wine at the end of a long the day... it just sounds nice... funny that i have never sipped a sip before in my life...but it still sounds like it would be relaxing.
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