Waiting for THIS

I've been waiting for this day for years. You see, I bought these polka dot headbands when Josie was just a wee little babe. Unfortunately they did not seem to match anything she wore. I tucked them aside, hoping that some day I would get to pull them out and enjoy them again.

Today is the day! Both girls are rocking them and I couldn't love it more. Days like today keep me appreciating being a mom to girls. Its just.so.fun.

New outfit

For you, mom! We were excited that I found a cute top for leggings and boots too. Here they are together. Gotta love the awful phone photo quality with dimly lit hallway lighting.

Too soon? Fluke? Dear God I Hope So

I spoke just yesterday about how we have got the toddler bed sleeping down. I spoke too soon. Even as I was typing it I knew that it could have been too soon, but I was pumped, excited, overjoyed. Now? I'm tired, cranky, and cold (coincidence, but I'm still feeling it. It IS -29 degrees here after all). 

Josie went to bed at 8:00, her usual bed time, last night with the same old routine she does with her daddy. She fell asleep around 11:30. I'll do the math for you since it was painfully obvious to me how long it was taking last night. That's three and a half hours of us sitting by her bed, standing by the door, telling her that she can't get out of bed, putting her back in bed, flipping her over from tummy to back, trying not to yell, taking parent timeouts so we didn't lose our minds, switching off so we didn't lose our minds, sitting in the chair, changing her diaper, switching blankets. Do you get how our night was? The best part is that through all of this, she was laughing, talking, almost falling asleep, smiling. Hardly a tear was shed. It was just thatkindofnight.

Today, I sit with my coffee with sweet Audrey laying next to me. It's a bit cold in here, so the coffee in my hands feels good. I am enjoying the quiet as my oldest daughter takes her nap at 9:00 in the morning. It was needed. She didn't even argue. 

Love that girl.

Don't let Audrey's sweet demeanor fool you though. Last night at around 5:30, she decided that nothing I had to offer was good enough and proceeded to pull me through the wringer for a solid hour and a half. Let's just chalk up yesterday and last night as the day we'll look back on and sigh while thinking, "so glad that's not us anymore." We have plenty of good, awesome, fantastic days, so I'm not going to complain about life in general. It's still great. But last night? I'm glad that's not the norm.





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Puddle Sleeping Antics

We had an alley behind our house growing up. It had the typical dips and sways that old roads have so water collected all along it when it rained or when snow melted. Particularly, at the end of the alley, it was more like a pond than a puddle. 

Me being the older (4 years) and more mature sister, I was often left "in charge" of my sister even though it wasn't expressed out loud that it was my job. One particular rainy day, we were playing with our neighbor friends that just so happened to live right by that pond-like section of the alley. I so wish that I remembered the circumstances more, but my sister had the brilliant idea to lay down in the puddle like she was taking a bath. I knew with all of my heart that she shouldn't do it, I mean I was smart! I was all of eight years old and laying down in puddles was not cool. I couldn't persuade her to get up, so I went home. I know I didn't try all that hard to get her out of the situation, but still. It's not my fault! I'm still a little bitter to this day.

See, once I got home, things took a turn for the worse for this girl. That's not true. Once my sister got home, that's when things really got ugly. She was soaking wet with muddy puddle water, yet I was given the death glare. How could I let her do this? It was all my fault, obviously. I vividly remember that she was not disciplined for it. She was probably given a lollipop or sticker or something for remembering to come back home. (Ok, ok, it wasn't quite that bad)

I'm sure the punishment was appropriate and obviously not worth remembering, but when I remember this particular incident, my heart pounds a little harder for my poor eight year old self who got in trouble for her mischievous sister's muddy antics.



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