May 25, 2011

• Within the space of about an hour, Grant managed to throw poop around the house (and get all yucky), break my new-at-christmas-time digital camera, pull out large amounts of his sister's hair, and get three fingers smashed in a door (two are bleeding, all are scraped and swollen), causing him to scream for about 45 minutes till he fell asleep for his nap.  Now he's having an extra-long nap so he'll probably be up till midnight, and I'm tired!

  And Madeleine is whining for help coming down the stairs, and I don't even know what it's about.

  But she did look at my shirt (which I haven't worn for her before) and she told me that it said the name of my "favorite mountain, Mt. Rainier". 

  She has both legs in one of her pant legs and was sliding down the stairs like a mermaid.  And she's crying about it.  Seriously?  Can't a Mommy get a break?

  P.S.  I just remembered how Grant ripped a page out of a library book sometime in that general time frame too.  Argh!

  • 7:22 pm
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