I love my girls

The girls are feeling neglected. I will make it clear that I love my girls. I do. They are cute and adorable and incredible different in every way!

I love that this one marches to the beat of her own drum. I love that she nearly always operates on an even keel. She's very mellow and self entertaining. She has an incredible, vivid imagination, and when she's pleased with herself it makes my heart sing. When she gets motivated and helps out, cleaning her room, she is amazing! Did you know she will arrange her blankets and stuffed animals to look nice?! She even arranges the slippers under the bed. Very detail oreinted, is my Marian!


I love this kid. She is in a class of her own, with her sparkly eyes and happy grin.

She is so mischevious and silly. When she smiles it makes the world brighter. She makes the funniest jokes because they are so not jokes at all and make no sense what so ever. that's why I laugh at them. I love how when her face lights up, it really makes everything around her light up. She has such a happy disposition and wants to be involved. She loves to help and to be loved.

I love this one too. She has been my most enjoyable baby. But now she's not such a baby anymore!

This one is an interesting contrast of caution and fearlessness. She wants to do whatever the big kids are doing. See this picture? That's my girl- way up high on this pretty tall slide, just a-swinging away, no care for the possibility of death or dismemberment. However, bring out a puppy and she cowers behind me. She is a tender hearted girl. When Callie was having a meltdown, Delaney brought over her blanket to comfor her. When Callie sat down and refused to follow me, Delaney walked over and held out her hand so Callie would hold it and walk with her. It so melts my heart to see these sweet acts of kindness and I hope she always has that impulse and follows it.

And now let me mention what we're enduring right now. I have lost control of bedtime. Marian use to put herself to sleep. Callie use to play quietly and then would fall asleep. Ever since we got here, One or both of them ends up on my floor at night, and Marian has still not spent an entire night in her bed. Last week both of them wanted me to pat-pat their backs for a bit. Stupid me, I did. Now they cry that I won't. Tonight I went with the tough love approach: They were in bed, I didn't want to see or hear them again.

Marian kept talking to me and I kept ignoring her and then I happened to catch the phrase, "Callie's foot is bleeding. I saw it." Well, doggone it, that I couldn't ignore. So upstairs I went and hauled Callie into the bathroom. Sure enough, her foot was bleeding.

This kid had scraped skin off 4 toes. Not a lot of bleeding, and no crying, but yikes! She said she jumped off the bed and landed on the laundry basket. I put bandaids on 3 toes, and I expect that by now they are already off, but I did my duty. And by golly, they better be asleep soon! I put them to bed at 7:30 so that they will be asleep by 8:30!