Oh, the horror!

Sadie is cutting her 6-year molars. Unbeknownst to ME, never having HAD a six year old before, older children who are teething are just as crabby and whiny and tired as babies who are teething. I guess it makes sense; I just never thought about it before. So for three days, she's been running a low-grade fever and she's been really tired - sleeping in until almost 10am, which is unheard of! She doesn't want to eat anything, and she who is normally helpful and easy to please has been a super drama diva. For instance: Yesterday, she wanted to wear her purple frilly fancy two-piece skirt outfit to play in outside. I said no, she needed to wear play clothes. She proceeded to cry and moan, and say that it wasn't fair, that she was going to go naked or stay inside all day, and then she actually (I am not kidding) put the back of her forearm to her forehead and SWOONED backward onto her bed, yelling and saying things like, "I can't help it! It's not my fault! I'm not trying to be mean! It's my TOOTH! IT'S MY TOOTH'S FAULT! It's my... it's my... SIX YEAR MOLAR!" Oh my goodness. I am so looking forward to adolescence.

Harbinger

The other day Josie got to have "special Grammie/Grampie time." Grampie took her to the park and while they were on their way back (he carried her the whole way because she was tired), she said to him, "Grampie, I'm sorry that you're old." He said, "Oh, well, thanks." She said, "Because you probably don't have much longer to live. (sigh) Yeah, you're probably going to die soon."

Grammie and I got a big kick out of this little tirade (Grampie did too, after he'd had time to recover :).

That's my Josie... the little harbinger of doom.

Cater-P-U

We're working on growing our own butterflies in this cool butterfly kit that Deanna bought the girls at the zoo last year. The chrysalides are all formed now, and Jesse hung the net/cage from the chandelier in the dining room/kitchen. This morning, Lydia held Adelaide up so she could see the "pillars." Lydia asked her what they were going to turn into, and Adelaide said, "Skunks."

Wow! NY is Fancy!

Last week was a big week for us. Sadie and Josie had Safety Town camp all week, AND Natasha, Britt, and Bayleigh came up to stay with us for the week. We had a great (if exhausting:) time. We went to an Indians' Game, had a "Donfire," went to a cookout at Beth and Roy's house, went to the beach while the guys had their Father's Day fishing trip, went to the zoo, ate at PF Chang's, and did a day trip to Niagara Falls. That's a lot to squeeze in to one week, but I made the itinerary! :)

One day, Natasha and I went to some garage sales while Sadie and Josie were at Safety Camp. While we were there, the two two-year-olds had an altercation that went something like this:

Bayleigh: "hold hands? Hold hands?"
Adelaide: "no, I not. No like it."
Bayleigh: "HOLD HANDS!"
Adelaide: "no touch! No touch me!"
Bayleigh: "but I LIKE you!"

Bayleigh has an amazing set of lungs... she can sing "She'll be coming around the mountain" like nobody's business. Once, Adelaide and I were in her room reading when we heard Bayleigh coming down the stairs. I said, "I hear Bayleigh...do you hear her?" Adelaide immediately stuck her hands over her ears and shook her head!

Strangely impressed by the tile work and curved sinks in the rest rooms over the freeway on the way to Niagara Falls, Sadie called out to me, "Wow! New York is fancy!" We had a good time, especially on the Maid of the Mist (except for Adelaide, who ran to Jesse and cried "DADDY!" the whole time the mist was actually blowing - she liked the boat ride, just not the mist) and at the Cave of the Winds (which I, the klutzy pregnant woman, opted out of). The girls got completely drenched, which always equals a good time for them.

We were all kind of sad to see Natasha, Britt, and Bayleigh leave. It has been a fun week! After they drove away, we all had a big sigh and then tried to get on with business as usual. Josie poured her very own milk AND Adelaide's milk without spilling a single drop of it. She was so excited, she had to tell the whole family. She said, "Where's Sadie? I MUST go see her!"

Durrr

I cannot believe that it's the middle of June already. Where has the time gone? We have been busy, busy, busy, but I can't remember what we've been doing. Josie blames this on my being pregnant. I forget something, I drop something, I lose something, we're late for something, etc. Josie says, "It's because you've got a baby in there, Mommy." I'm inclined to agree with her. I think my brain cells have been decreasing ever since Sadie was conceived... now I'm down to just a few more, and this baby is getting those! I can't count how many times I've run the washing machine WITHOUT bothering to put any clothes in it. Or how many eggs I've dropped on the kitchen floor, only to clean up the mess then drop ANOTHER one in the exact same spot. Ahhh... the joys of pregnancy. :)

Now my hands are going to sleep again, too, which I just LOVED last time with Adelaide. It seems like it was more toward the 7th or 8th month along with her, but this time, nooooo... it's starting at 16 weeks! I wake up in the middle of the night, and the rest of my body wakes up, too, all except for my hands, which hang there while I wave my arms all around, looking like an an idiot and saying, "Durrr!"

Only a few more weeks until we attempt to find out what this baby is... I'm having mixed feelings about it. I keep thinking, well, it MUST be a boy because I feel so different this time, but then again, I've felt different EVERY time. I guess we'll see. Sadie and Josie are still set on getting someone to play their "Prince" for them! On the other hand, it would be nice to use all these cute clothes ONE more time....

Waisin Up Dere

I somehow forgot to mention the fact that Adelaide recently stuck a raisin up her nose. She was sitting in her high chair (my mom was babysitting her), being REALLY quiet. Grammie walked by, and Adelaide said, "Grammie! Waisin!" Grammie said, "Yep, you're eating raisins." Adelaide giggled and said, "Noooo, Gwammie. Waisin... NOSE! Up dere!" Needless to say, Grammie is very thankful for tweezers.