I got a bracelet for my birthday that Peri LOVES. The first time I wore it, she couldn't stop touching it and begged to wear it.
One night I went to a pilates class with the bracelet on, so I took it off and left it in my car. When I got home, I brought it inside, set my stuff down and went to say goodnight to everyone. I came back downstairs and the bracelet was gone. I totally remembered bringing it inside, but I still searched my car, the sidewalk, all over the downstairs. I mean, I'd only been home 30 minutes and the kids were upstairs - where could it have gone? Told C I lost it and he did the exact same search I did. Later I told C that I thought Peri had stolen my bracelet. He scoffed at how I could possibly blame a sweet two year old.
Well, next morning, I ask Peri if she's seen my bracelet and she proudly announced "Yep! It's in Nick's room!" And there in a pile of blankets is my new bracelet. Sigh.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
Robbers
Nick came into my room late the other night to tell me he was afraid of robbers. I told him we had awesome security and there was no way anyone was going to get him. Explained the alarms on the windows and doors and the fact that my room is 8 steps away from his.
Fast forward to the next morning and Chris leaving before us (never happens) and automatically setting the alarm out of habit. Nick bounding down the stairs because he's getting to watch his show before Peri. Nick scurrying back up the stairs as the alarm goes off, caused by motion detector at bottom of stairs. Nick and Peri wide-eyed and running around upstairs while I yell down "Chris? You got it?" Me finally getting that he's not down there and getting the alarm off. Alarm company calling to see if there are any problems and asking for our "codeword". Sigh. It's 7am, I got two scared kids, can't figure out where my husband is and you want a code word? I give her two options. She says she can only take one. Thank god I picked the right one, or we could have had some extra drama before work!
Fast forward to the next morning and Chris leaving before us (never happens) and automatically setting the alarm out of habit. Nick bounding down the stairs because he's getting to watch his show before Peri. Nick scurrying back up the stairs as the alarm goes off, caused by motion detector at bottom of stairs. Nick and Peri wide-eyed and running around upstairs while I yell down "Chris? You got it?" Me finally getting that he's not down there and getting the alarm off. Alarm company calling to see if there are any problems and asking for our "codeword". Sigh. It's 7am, I got two scared kids, can't figure out where my husband is and you want a code word? I give her two options. She says she can only take one. Thank god I picked the right one, or we could have had some extra drama before work!
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Reptiles
Nick's swimming class got moved to another location for a few weeks. How lucky that the Reptile Show was at the new location this weekend (in the gym, not the pool)! The boy was in heaven.


Monday, April 9, 2012
Big Gap

Nick finally lost his front teeth. I adore that gap. He must be tired of me saying “hey bud –give me a big smile!” One hung there for weeks. Feel out one night while he was brushing his teeth. I don’t remember mine just “falling out”. I remember pulling/tugging/pain. He thought the tooth fairy would have brought him more money since those are big teeth.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Big Girl Bed

For a while we had a twin mattress on P’s floor to get her used to a big girl bed. No problem! Then she got a cool net that hung from the ceiling and went around her bed. That was fun til C sat on the tulle and ripped the thing out of the ceiling. Then we brought up the stand and box spring. Not as interested. So we bought her a super cute comforter cover. Eh. She’s much rather be in our bed. She’s even tried to sleep on the floor next to me. Poor little thing. I get it. Being near mom & dad after being away from them all day is all she wants. But there’s that part of me that says “she should be in her own bed and not on my floor” even though it’s not really harming anyone.
Yesterday I threatened with “if you don’t sleep in your bed, I’m giving it away to another little girl”. Kinda worked. She wandered around our room until 10pm, crying and yawning and begging to come into our bed. Finally got her into hers and she was asleep. Surprise surprise to wake up this morning and think “how’d she get in our bed?!” (and full on blame Chris since I knew I hadn’t brought her in.) Only to find I was in her bed. Sigh. Went in to help her last night and apparently got a little too cozy laying next to her to rub her back.
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