Having sick kids is the worst, am I right or am I right? Monday, Seraphia’s nose turned into a faucet and she alone went through a whole roll of toilet paper (in lieu of tissues because we’re cool like that) and try as we might to not let whatever she had bite the the rest of us – clorox wipes, no sharing of anything, solitary confinement (just kidding, relax) – ‘twas to no avail because Sebastian turned his faucet on full speed yesterday. And then today, well, you can just about imagine. Cecilia. The days are great and the nights even better. If it weren’t for The NoseFrida Snotsucker we know and love so much (and you should too!), they’d be even better. Snot stands no chance with that thing. (Link is an affiliate link but we purchased the NF and really do love it!)
So, in light of their broken plumbing, I let the girls indulge in TV yesterday. What do you care, right? I know. Well, allow me to elaborate further and just tell you that it got me thinking back to those days when I had my parenting plans all laid out…and then this morning I made this e-card:
Let’s just say my mouth is harboring my foot for many things besides that. (And just in case of misunderstanding, I really don’t have anything against TV nor did I ever really think my kids would never watch it. I just want a healthy balance and yesterday was not it.) But, c’est la vie. Let’s move on.
He’s pulling himself up on whatever he can, da-daing his way through life, and eating almost whatever a spoon brings to his wide-open mouth. He’s 100% more attached to me, me, meandnooneelse than the girls were (they were happy with either daddy or me) and it’s thrown me for quite the loop and has changed many a plan, many a day. I can’t say it bothers me though because secretly I love being the sole love of his life and I pray that that affection never wavers. :)
The girls. They turn 27 months tomorrow.
They’re cool as cucumbers most days and talking up a storm. They can both count to twenty which I know is not really that impressive at their age but I just can’t get enough of it. “Wun, two, chee, fo, ive, six, seben, eight, nine, ten, eweben, twelbe, serteen…” So cute. And thanks to Dora, Cecilia is a spanish speaker, counting up to eight in the foreign language. She just blurted the numbers out one day. See? TV ain’t all that bad, huh? ;)
We’ve labeled them 100% potty-trained and accidents are pretty rare during the day and naptimes and if they do happen, it’s usually my fault because I didn’t get them to the toilet fast enough. (And this is where I put my foot in my mouth because last night they both wet the bed.) And, ehem, prior to last night, we hadn’t changed a wet sheet of C’s for almost a month and S’ in a week. It’s really one of the best feelings ever. Changing one kid’s diapers ain’t no big thing y’all.
Lately, we’ve taken up walks around the neighborhood with all the kids in tow.
All of them…
And we’ve also managed to get out of the house at least twice a week which is a leap and bound from where we were a few weeks ago – it was church on Sunday and thazzzit. Cabin fever has died down to a dull roar and I’ve started collecting my marbles. And THAT, is good news for everyone.