Social media photo that would display a cute three minutes of our girls night evening:
The real life, less social media worthy evening with my girls?
The girls went into the house like a heat sinking missile, or rather three of them with a trajectory toward chaos and commitment to prevent me from accomplishing anything. I unloaded the bikes and backpacks from the school day and pulled in the trash cans. By the time I made it inside, they were already fighting over who would get the chicken eggs.
Reagan meets me at the back door with three chicken eggs, one she drops on the floor into a goopy mess. At the same time I step on a dead mouse that one of the kittens left at the back door for us, and as Reagan is freaking out over the cracked egg, and Harper over the mouse in the doorway, Emerie is also channeling her inner three-year-old and having a total meltdown because she can’t get over the chicken fence out in the yard, while holding more eggs.
This is all the first two minutes home from preschool.
I finally get Emerie out and she stops wailing, clean up the cracked egg and dead mouse, and finally get the water boiling for the fancy, post busy work day dinner of Kraft Mac and cheese, chicken fries and green beans.
I turn around to them water fighting on the deck and dunking the new My Little Pony matching card game, still in the box, into a bucket of water. Sigh.
I then snapped the cute photo referenced above after opening their cute MLP hats from the mail, that we ordered after walking around the farmers market in Soldotna two weeks ago. Hence the cute, Facebook worthy photo of the evening.
But in reality I went back inside to stir the pasta and turned around to a screaming Reagan, who was hit in the face by a bin of who knows what by Emerie- who is also hiding from me afterwards- and Harper goes by in a blur with a new dress on and an umbrella.
That sparks Reagan to stop crying and ask for me to get down an umbrella for her and go through my shoes to finish her outfit, and I see that Harper managed to knock everything off the top shelf of the closet to get hers as I pull them down for the other two.
Emerie finally succumbs to my demands and gives Reagan a hug and a half felt apology, and then wants an umbrella too.
Miracles happen and I finally get food finished, pour myself a glass of wine, and sit down to nibble on my extravagant Mac and cheese meal, because what’s the point of trying to make anything else. All three eventually join me and start eating, asking for more chicken and ketchup. Bonus mom points for everyone clearing their plate.
We are still 90 minutes from bedtime…and now everyone is sitting at the table and coloring pony pictures while arguing over what the “real” color brown is. And for some reason my foot is dyed blue from something…At least they are cute!
For a second weekend in row we headed down to the Kenai Peninsula for a much needed life break, from work and the busy, everyday life we lead in Anchorage. It’s been a solid year since I took a week off from my day job; unsuspecting the tough events at work last year were right around the corner of that trip.
With no gil net fishing allowed this year by Fish and Game, we decided getting out of town remained worth it for some much needed family fun. I still revel at the ease of traveling now compared to last year, and with Grandma Sue in tow, it’s about as close to a vacation as you can get (with kids!). The first two nights spent at the same place as last week meant the girls were already comfortable and familiar and very excited to show Craig around. Everyone slept both nights in their temporary bedroom, which is a feat in itself, and did a great job staying at our other house.
A family photo on the riverbank.
With no daily plan or planned places to be, we adventured and explored as we felt like it. We dilly dallied in the mornings and the kids played, much less structured mornings than when we are at home and getting things done. We popped into the Kenai jump park to burn some energy and strolled the farmers market in Soldotna, playing at the playground behind it and trying out a couple tasty treats. The girls fearlessly slid down the extremely old, metal slide- probably installed when Craig and I were kids and now seen as more dangerous- and checked out the old-school monkey bars. At the market one vendor displayed a beautiful wooden bench with a fishing pole sealed into it; the girls all checked that out with interest at how it would come out for use. So funny!
We walked along the boardwalk of the Kenai River, the opposite direction we explored last year after the car broke down. The chanting of kids don’t float! followed our brigade, since life jackets weren’t on and the adults were carefully paying attention. Dandelions, well really any type of flower, were collected into kid bouquets and carried in hands and pockets for the entire excursion. Little did we know this direction took us right to an warm, open (Alaskan standards) beach area with lots of climbing rocks along the riverbank. The girls tossed rocks and sticks into the water with enthusiasm and explored. With the sun finally showing its face, it became surprisingly warm out and almost like summer was upon us! The girls asked to climb out to the farthest rock and in true grandma style, Sue removed her socks and shoes and walked out barefoot to assist them to it.
Kenai River fun in the sunshine
At one point a random lady and her toddler approached us, asking if we had seen misplaced keys. Craig and I helped her look around and eventually I luckily saw their reflection underwater, just enough to notice them. So random and glad we could help out a fellow mom that wasn’t having as good of a day as us!
At this point the girls’ “pollen coughs,” as I now call them, were in full swing from the warmer temperatures and our time outside, so after an amazing Thai noodle lunch and a lot of ice water to cool down, we drove around a bit so everyone could settle. This followed our plan to be unplanned, and we drove in a few circles trying to find a random flower shop that potentially sold poppies for Sue.
The one planned event toward the beginning of the trip was to barbecue at cousin Jamie’s house and hangout with almost all the cousins on that side of the family. Even with the mosquito club meeting that swarmed around the yard, the evening was wonderful. Savaya, Jaren and Chatum stopped in for a while and it was nice to see everyone. The girls were all on decent behavior, especially after a busy day of adventuring around a new place, at least until Hayden came home from work. Then like they do with Uncle Will…let the torturous games begin! Maddie shared a stuffed animal from her collection with each kiddo, Harper selecting a pink bunny, Emerie a Stitch, and Reagan a cheetah (or tiger?). Since returning home, all three get snuggles each night at bedtime. The pony coloring books from cousins were also a hit and colored while at the barbecue and for the rest of our trip.
After some delicious grilling by Steve, out came the marshmallows. The girls have tried this activity only a couple of times, so it was interesting to see their response to it for the first time this summer. In the past we just made a point to avoid fire situations, since three tiny running toddlers are hard to keep track of to avoid injury! Ultimately they all just wanted to eat the chocolate bars, which they did, and Emerie gave us a hilarious display of slow cooking hers, flipping it over and rubbing it into the fire pit grossness, and making everybody laugh at the ridiculousness of it. Jaren tried to show her a better method and she was not about to listen. By the end of the day they were all exhausted and immediately crashed after we made it home for the night.
The second half of the trip was spent in one of our favorite spots, Homer. We only spent about six hours in the town last year and I have been looking forward to a longer visit to spend more time exploring and hanging out at the beach. The weather took a turn toward beautiful for two of the three days, so even with the blustering wind, the beach adventures each day were fun. After the drive down that morning we headed straight to Bishop’s Beach. The wind made the girls instantly cold in their light sundresses, coats and shorts, asking right away to go back to the car. But by the time we walked to the water’s edge and looked for shells, they were more excited to find things than complain about the temperature. Well, I should say Harper and Reagan; it took Emerie a bit more convincing but she got there! By the end of that first afternoon, Harper and Reagan were down to bare feet and no coats and creating forts and “kitchens” out of the driftwood; Emerie kept hilariously laying on the ground underneath her coat, trying to take a nap, and wouldn’t take her socks off but abandoned her boots.
HarperEmerieReagan
The second day the beach was just as gorgeous but the wind was blowing harder. The tide was pretty far out and we were able to walk a good distance and see some larger shells that weren’t visible the first day. Grandma Sue explained other small sea creatures and goodies as she found them, even finding two (dead) crabs at one point, that the girls glanced at and then refused to carry around with them. Buckets filled up pretty quickly with treasures and we rinsed them off in a shallow pool closer to the shoreline, that Harper ended up falling backwards into. This was after her walloping trek across the water a few moments earlier, which filled her boots with water and soaked her lower half, not that it bothered her (that time!)! While I wish we could have spent more time out there, the wind was so strong it was making my ears ache, and eventually we headed off to explore other spots in town.
This rental was a beautiful three bedroom house, so the girls took turns sharing beds. The first night Emerie won the lottery to sleep next to Grandma Sue and the second night it was Harper’s turn. I may have snapped a couple of nighttime photos of them unknowingly snuggling with one another as they lightly snored. When asleep and wearing the same pajamas, they look SO alike! All three did quite well entertaining themselves while we briefly got to relax, or cook, or enjoy the beautiful view of the water and the spit. Everyone spent a good amount of time playing on the front porch and creating forts with the furniture cover and, you know, fighting over it.
While of course we visited some of the touristy spots, which are boring to elaborate on here, one cute adventure was spent out on the Homer Spit, walking around the pier and looking at the boats. Personally I enjoy reading all the creative boat names, but since the girls can’t read yet, they enjoyed looking at the colors, fish in the water, and activity happening before them. When asked one thing they remember from the trip, it is pretty likely to be seeing the rainbow boat out in the water. It caused quite the stir of excitement and we HAD to walk over and see it up close and personal. Grandma convinced them the “dock police” would come and haul them away if they weren’t on good behavior, which included no running and goofing off because kids don’t float! A few passerby’s joined in on that humor and acted like they might be those enforcers. It was great. We also witnessed a random boat tour loading up and asked Captain Bob twenty questions about his boat. Bob was good sport and joined in on the fun.
As we rounded the turn back to the car we spotted several fishermen filleting catches from the day, one a good sized halibut and the other was cleaning salmon heads for a restaurant here in Anchorage that makes soup. The intrigue intensified and all three asked a lot of questions, wanting to get back in there and check it all out. The salmon fisherman was also a good sport, in general everyone we spoke to was so friendly, and brought one head around to show the girls. All three touched the eyeballs, because why not, and Reagan might have licked her fingers after and then wiped them on her dress. Gross! This picture accurately depicts the reactions; I trend toward the same feeling as Reagan when it comes to fish eyeballs. You could definitely tell they were bummed we didn’t get to do gil netting and we received a few questions why we didn’t go.
I am sure I’m forgetting some other cute and memorable things, but I didn’t write them down in the moment and don’t remember now. It was a nice trip, with tired kids each night, lots of treats and candy from different stores and restaurants, lots of coloring and driving and cute kiddo moments. The coveted candy rings from Grandma inspired Reagan to explain to her all knowingly, well you said we could have the candy rings tomorrow and today is tomorrow so we can have them! Such wisdom for first thing in the morning. The drive home was solid fog for the first hour and everyone snuggled in their blankets, ate their full lunches and snacks and finally watched a movie until we made it home.
Summer in Anchorage is slowly rolling in, or at least I will continue to whisper that to myself until actual sunny days and seventy degree temperatures appear. With this season continuing the cold snap and dreary, rainy weather, the girls are still asking when summer will get here. And it’s a fair question.
The weather confirms my decision to not pursue kid soccer this summer and opting to wait until they are older with better participation. It also means we don’t have to sit outside and be cold and wet while watching! Instead we opted to do parkour gymnastics once a week for summer session with all three in class together. Two weeks in and so far so good on behavior. The teachers have everything handled by splitting them out into separate subgroups for each activity and while they push limits a bit, overall they are doing much better than a year ago. One difference between the weeknight and Saturday morning class is the level of kid whining from the group in general. You can easily tell everyone is far more tired into their day than when it’s the first thing on the weekend. So far we seem fine and are home by about seven for a quick dinner. Harper will also say she’s sad that Miss Jess, her dance teacher, doesn’t work on Tuesday nights, and is already asking for dance to start again.
Even without sunshine yet, we kicked off our first weekend of June with a birthday party in the valley, random face painting and shaved ice treats, and a multiples barbecue with a ton of twin sets and us! By the time we made it to the final event of the day the girls were in rarer form, grumpy and disobedient, but we survived! A year ago that much activity in a single day would have ended in disaster, and we have to remember how much easier it continues to be each day. It’s not only a relief, but also a little sad, knowing the girls are growing up into bigger, more independent kiddos.
It was a nice change to attend an event and the girls found ways to entertain themselves, something that never used to happen without adult containment and constant attention. When they were smaller I always felt like I missed socializing at every event, because they needed constant attention to stay out of the disaster stage while we were out and about. So for a solid hour my tiny humans climbed and played in the mayday tree next to the birthday party, and it was amazing. By the time we loaded up to the next event, probably more than half of the tree’s flowers were either discarded on the ground or in massive bouquets intended for soup and other child creations once at home.
I believe that instigated the next stage of our non-summer weather, with a straight kick of pollen to the face. The handfuls of mayday flowers, which smell amazing to those of us that don’t have allergies, likely spurred the coughing that we are still seeing a week later. Surprisingly enough, Emerie is the least affected so far, and not the one with a runny nose or coughing fits. This year seems worse than prior ones- even with all three on daily kid-Clariton medicine- and Reagan and Harper are stuck in the midst of it, with continuous coughing fits for the last several days but no fevers.
So much coloring with Mom’s fancy markers and new coloring books!
Grandma Sue arrived middle of last week and together we trekked with the girls down to the Kenai Peninsula for my work trip. We left midday on Friday while Craig was still at work and spent two nights enjoying life outside of our hometown after a long winter without much travel. At one point on the drive down all three girls and Grandma were snoozing and I enjoyed the quiet drive listening to music and seeing the beautiful Alaskan landscape. Everyone snuggled in the new blankets Grandma brought up from Juneau and Emerie slept a solid hour with the blanket completely encompassing her head. At one point I tried to smoothly pull it off so she wouldn’t suffocate and she fought back in her sleep with an angry groan and wouldn’t release it.
The rental outside of town had two bedrooms and a main living area. Upon arrival the girls immediately chose their own twin bed and proceeded to spread out their blankets and stuffed animals until they were set up for bed. It was the cutest thing and completely inspired by them. Grandma and I brought in the gear and then we headed back to the car to more adventure.
Looking out at the river for a brief moment
The first night we walked around the Kenai River festival in Soldotna and the girls played at the amazing playground. The sun vanished and turned to rain and wind as soon as we went to the first booth- sidetracked by mermaid themed goodies and a mermaid treasure chest full of treasures the girls HAD to have- and it turned very cold for the next hour. We managed to hide under merchandise tents and order some food truck food for dinner, the girls sharing a big hotdog and the adults enjoying gyros on white rice (super delicious by the way!) under the overhang. We met up with Cousin Jamie, Steve and Maddie and walked around and caught up a bit. The girls did great and settled pretty easily for the night at the rental. At one point they danced to the live music and caused some chuckles from folks sitting nearby.
The next morning I headed off to the Kenai Municipal Airport for the annual air fair. It was my first time attending the event or having a booth at it, and the girls adventured around town with Grandma Sue and Cousin Jamie. Everyone stopped by about halfway through the afternoon and I took a break to walk through the planes out on the apron, something the girls really wanted to do last year at the aviation festival in Palmer. The sun returned and momentarily eased up the rain long enough for us to enjoy the helicopters and fixed wing aircraft, especially the old Everts cargo plane. We had to pry the girls out of that plane; they quite enjoyed sitting in the cockpit and asking Hayden twenty questions he couldn’t answer because he’s not a pilot and doesn’t fly the skies of bush Alaska.
We might have a pilot in the making, in addition to my painter/artsy girl, because Reagan asked a million questions at both helicopters, one LifeMed and one Guardian. The poor flight medic tried to answer all her inquiries on the buttons and how to make the plane go forward and fly, and it took some convincing to move on so others in line could have a turn. Everyone took a turn getting strapped into the critical patient spot and laying down on the stretcher. Everyone also asked a ton of questions on the gear, pointing to the ventilator, the oxygen mask, the blood pressure cuff, and excitedly wanting an answer so they could point at something else.
At one point a plane did some tricks in the air above us- the funny thing being I couldn’t get the girls to look up for the life of me, as they were all focused on the beautiful color of the hanging pilot’s helmet in the helicopter, and the fact it was an hombre teal color. Priorities folks.
The first trip of the summer was definitely a success and simpler than last year. I am proud to say that no one asked for any screen time on the drive down or back, everyone went to bed pretty easily at night and in their own designated bed, no specific schedule needed following, and no massive destruction occurred at the rental (well no kid destruction- sometimes you can’t take Grandma Sue anywhere without a little destruction and she will kill me for writing this!). We are dancing on the edge of a major growth spurt, with everyone hungry and filling a big appetite. For example, Emerie ate three half sandwiches, two servings of fresh peaches, a cucumber, and half of Grandma’s potato chip bag on the drive down. The remainder of snacks were devoured on the way back by all three! We also collected massive kid allergies for Harper and Reagan, who both still have a dry, unproductive cough, and could see the layer of pollen on the car each morning. They were both good sports about it for the most part and it was nice to see Emerie escape the crud and go about her day, business as usual.
One brief stop to the beach equaled a massive amount of “pretty” rocks in the back of the car, fancy rocks that are now a part of the family and sitting on the back deck. Hopefully our next beach adventure will be slightly warmer temperatures and seashells, at the girls’ request. We also enjoyed a pancake breakfast with cousins and the girls lasted a solid two hours at the cafe, coloring at least five pictures each and staying chill longer than they do at most our food outings.
The mosquitoes weren’t too bad for all our time spent outside, likely because of the level of wind; but at the end of the weekend, Reagan woke up with one eye swollen shut, from a bite right underneath her eyebrow. Funny enough she told me a story, claiming a mosquito followed her into the house that night, waited until she fell asleep, and then BIT her on the eyeball. It was very descriptive and told ever-so seriously.
I also noticed the girls are now referring to themselves in third person. So when one answers an adult question or comment and we respond asking who said that, because we aren’t looking that direction in the moment, they’ve taken that to heart and now simply answer with Reagan said that or Harper wants milk or no, I’m Emerie. Apparently us adults need to pay better attention now so that we don’t spend our lives hearing third person responses!
I look forward to next weekend’s adventure, which should be fishing but with counts so low and gil netting canceled, we are still determined to simply get out of town and enjoy this summer, however that will look and however cold it may be!
This spring part of Harper’s dance class included an official recital, with a big stage, a custom leotard, and about 120 other kids ages three and up. Since Craig ordered the costume, each week she runs up to her teacher, Miss Jess, and asks if the order was in yet. She was so excited to not only see it but wear it.
The last day of spring session everyone had a mini performance during the standard class time, with parents invited in to watch each kiddo perform skill routines. Because the girls are split out into two separate classes across the hall from each other, with Harper dancing and Reagan and Emerie tumbling in gymnastics, Craig and I knew we had to split to accommodate everyone, with performances offset by about fifteen minutes. Luckily Aurora Kids has a great setup and suggested Emerie and Reagan go first so I could sneak out to Harper’s class, after their floor and beam routines.
Reagan on BeamHarper TappingEmerie on Bars
Both girls were somewhat shy to go first in their group, but overall committed to showing off newfound skills. Reagan did her first tumble and mini cartwheel without teacher assistance and her last backwards roll with a little help. She then immediately darted back to her spot and away from the crowd. Emerie also did her first tumble on her own but with a dramatic landing, her arms and legs flailed out on the mat with a silly laugh. She was also all smiles at the end. It wouldn’t be a floor performance without both of them picking a wedgie from their leotards, in case you were curious! Both did their beam routines with the help of one of the teachers and Emerie added a touch of personality with the goofy faces and tongue out.
Craig stayed to watch the bar performances while I watched Harper’s class perform a ballet and tap routine. Both Emerie and Reagan followed their teacher’s instructions well on different bar skills, and if I had to pick a favorite routine for Emerie, it is definitely this one. She again showed off some of her skills completely unassisted after class when we were all back together. Harper made sure to be front and center for both dances and right next to her teacher; pretty consistently to how she’s acted throughout the whole session.
All three were thrilled to go up front and receive their participation medals and played with them at home ever since now that they are jewelry and decoration. All in all, the entire session went much smoother than a year ago, and everyone is asking when they get to go back, which is only another week away. On the behavioral side, Harper going to solo made a huge difference on her listening, while we still have to intervene with Emerie from time to time, who can easily distract Reagan from listening.
The girls were excited at early school pickup on the big day; it was the first time I’ve picked them up during regular school pickup and right after nap time. Harper was thrilled to get dressed up and wear her outfit, have fancy eye shadow and her hair slicked back into a “ballerina bun” with a matching ribbon. After claiming to want orange eye shadow all week, she opted for a pink and teal that meshed together to look like colorful sparkles. Who knew finding kid makeup would be so difficult to find and we ended up with a big set that included every color imaginable.
Craig and I took only Harper to the fancy recital at the local college and left Emerie and Reagan home for an evening with Uncle Will. Emerie could care less that Harper dressed up and went solo with her parents, while Reagan stood at the front window and cried as we loaded up in the car; she wanted to go. Little did we know it would be a three hour performance, so thank goodness we didn’t bring everyone or we never would have made it through the whole thing.
After checking in and finding seats at the show, Harper was content looking around the full auditorium and finding her classmates, who all sat on the left side with us. The room was filled with so many sparkles and colorful dance leotards. I would guess about six dances occurred before Harper went back with her fellow Tiny Tappers to queue up for their ballet performance. After every single dance she asked is it my turn yet? When is it my turn?! She was also offended any time her favorite teacher, Miss Jess, wasn’t on stage dancing, which cracks me up. She did enjoy watching the routines once she got over that part, and was thrilled each time a princess related song came on.
Unsurprisingly for her routine, Harper confidentially walked out on stage and showed absolutely no fear in front of a crowd, pointedly going to the front both times. The amount of people in the room and the cheering didn’t phase her at all; I’m guessing she will be a crowd pleaser in the future and I can’t wait to see! For ballet she was placed right behind the teacher, and of course at the perfect angle to be difficult for filming, but moved around enough we could see her smiling face. At one point she lost focus and appeared to try to find us out in the dark crowd. Afterward she went backstage and came back to her seat for a few more performances, changing into tap shoes for the last routine. About halfway through the whole show she went backstage once more and stayed until her dance and the show finale.
Harper and Miss Jess after the recitalBig smiles before she went on stage
Her tap performance to Aladdin’s Friend Like Me was super cute, and hilariously and in true Harper style, she turned at one point and shook her butt at the whole crowd and laughed. Being the oldest one in class, she also refused to let any one else stand on her front row tape spot, scolding the littles that tried to. So funny! Overall she followed this routine a bit better- I think the whole group did following Miss Mary- and everyone was all smiles at the end.
Grumpy and tired from the night!
At the end all classes went on stage for the finale bow, showing how many kids and how well coordinated it was. It’s impressive to coordinate one-hundred plus kids and twenty-nine dance routines back to back and it was well done. You could also tell it was getting late and kids around the auditorium feeling it. We quickly headed to the car ahead of the crowd, but Harper made us turn around for a picture with Miss Jess on stage. She also cried the ENTIRE way home that her teacher couldn’t come home with her, not that it has ever happened, showing how overtired she really was after three hours of solid stimulation.
It was a good evening overall and enjoyable with only one kiddo! Emerie and Reagan would never sit that long and instead enjoyed a fun evening with pizza and a movie. Both were awake when we arrived home at almost nine. While they immediately fell asleep in their beds, Harper whined for a while longer about her teacher and fought sleep hard.
It was a new feeling for me, enjoying watching my little have fun in a new environment and getting to enjoy it without pestering the other two to be quiet. I never considered the thought I could be a dance mom- clearly if you’ve seen me dance- but who knows! Miss Jess noted at the end of the performance that Harper really enjoys class time and has improved greatly from a year ago. She continues to claim she’d rather dance than go to gymnastics so it will be interesting to see if she sticks to that decision for fall session. And she’s already asking when the next performance is and when we can order another fancy outfit. Bring on next year!
It’s been a bit since I shared the random quirks that raising five year olds brings each day. It is a never ending surprise how they will react to things and handle situations, but sometimes that is the fun part!
For example, for the past two months, Emerie has nursed a broken and dying fingernail. Of course, it’s also her middle finger, which she will proudly display upon request. And I’m sure most of you can guess exactly how this mass catastrophe occurred, and probably which kid contributed!
Going back to age three, Emerie lost a fingernail pretty early into our second daycare experience, courtesy of Reagan slamming her hand in the preschool bathroom door. The injury resulted in my tiny three year old getting picked up from school early and running to the pediatrician to get it all clean it up. It looked pretty brutal and Emerie was quite dismayed. I remember picking her up from the school office and she was just so upset about it. Over two years later and Emerie completely remembers this experience, often reminding her sister about the pain and sorrow she caused, and recalling the nice doctor and (sterile) water used to clean it. Overall her story is more factual and she doesn’t recount the blood or the associated pain, just the fact she left school early and met a nice doctor, who made it better and gave her a band-aid. I believe it’s likely her youngest memory, and what a doozy!
The second time this occurred I received less details, other than her hand was slammed in her bedroom door and all the screaming and tears. So this third time…have you guessed the culprit yet? But of course, it was again Reagan, and while at school.
So over the past two months her new nail has grown in below the old one, with the main issue other than pain that the door slamming broke the cuticle and it’s only slightly connected on on side. This means it snags on everything and she is easily able to con someone as school to provide her a new band-aid each day, even after Craig or I have refused to give her another one for the millionth time. She has nursed this finger for days, fleeing the scene anytime Craig offers to chop it off, pull it off, clean it out, look at it, or anything outside of the demands for more band-aids. We clearly should have purchased stock in the band-aid brand as soon as the girls became mobile, because we go through a ton of them. In fact, in the past couple of months, band-aids are a request on the daily and are often for scratches from prior injuries that ARE NOT BLEEDING. Apparently anything with a little red equals the need for a band-aid, at least that is what Reagan tells me. The last time I opened the box of band-aids in the drawer, I found about a thousand empty packages shoved back in, and a lot less new ones to use. Not to mention all the lovely used ones that are found everywhere as little presents….so gross!
The morale and ending to this story- I picked the girls up from school on Monday, after a solid week of requests to Emerie to try to pull of the half disconnected and rotting old nail, and the dramatics and running away responses received. So as I walk toward the gym to sign them out, Reagan and Harper run up to tell me Emerie lost her fingernail!!
I looked at Emerie and ask her how that happened- she shrugs with an I don’t know, and keeps walking; no reaction at all. TWO months of resistance to anything or anyone going near it, and it comes off and no response whatsoever. Kids…
The Douglets 