Sick Day

Morgan has been running a fever since last night. She's never really run a high fever until now. It's so weird to see my chilled out little girl even more chilled out. We're taking a sick day. So far, we've:

crafted a little

cleaned a little

napped a little

laundered a little

read a little

snacked a little

and

danced to the Wiggles a little. . .just a little

We wouldn't want to overdo it.

Hopefully the fever will be gone soon. Until then, we'll enjoy our sick day to the fullest.

I don't feel right about taking pictures of Morgan while she's down and out. So here are some of all of the kiddos from last Friday.

These 2 girls sure are drama. . . but one thing is for sure. . . they LOVE to have their picture taken! Tyler's just a cool cat. Cooperative and handsome as can be but ready for "ONLY 1 or 2 shots, mom." Then, he disappears quietly into the car while I fill up my memory card with the divas.

Sad pet Commercial

Paige: Mom, I don't like that sad pet commercial. When I see it I just can't stop thinking it in my mind. It kinda makes me cry.

Me: I know, that is a sad commerical, isn't it?

Paige: I can't stop thinking about it when I think of pets dying.

Me: Ya? does it make you sad to think of people dying too?

Paige: No, just pets.

fabulous. she's part robot. Someday she'll care about people too. I swear.

New wheels!

President's Day was the big day. Paige officially filled up her reward jar and we went to pick out her new scooter. She's been waiting for a LONG time. Seriously, over a month. That's really a long wait for our Paige of little-to-no patience. We hit the store after lunch.

There were no pink scooters. "It's o.k. mom, I'll just have a green one."

She really wanted the scooter in her hands at that very moment.

I said, "No, let's check one more store. I bet we can find a pink one."

I may as well have told her to wait another month. The drama. "The store is 5 minutes away, you can wait that long to get the scooter of your dreams, I swear."

Luckily, the next store had just what she was looking for, equipped with a bell and streamers.

She rode proudly all afternoon and even advertised her good behavior to the neighbors.

Today, well, today is another story. We're hanging out in front with Heidi and the girls. I had just finished a piano lesson with Hailey and Hailey hops on Kylee's bike and takes off down the street.

Paige is pretending not to notice.
Hailey is in preschool and can ride without training wheels. No biggie.
Yea right! Paige is miss competitive.
After Hailey leaves, Paige hops on Kylee's bike and in a matter of minutes is taking off down the sidewalk. Mind you, she knows how to ride on the grass but has been scared to death (up to this point) to ride on the pavement.

I'm a proud mom, yes I am.

Now, she's the master of 2 sets of wheels. I think she's smiling in her sleep, she's so proud of herself today.

On another note, Tyler picked out of the treasure box and looky what he found. hee hee!

Serious Business

It was an early release today.

We headed out to get the goods.

We hemmed and hawed in the isles of the store.

What to get for girls.

What to get for boys.

It's all political you know.

Making valentines is VERY serious business.

There is no laughing, there is no joking

Just pure concentration

After all, we wouldn't want a boy to get a valentine that reads: "Love Ya"

And we certainly wouldn't want a girl to get a valentine that reads: "Marry Me"

Rumors would circulate, ponytails would be pulled, teasing would not be avoided on the bus ride home.

It could be very ugly

If any mistakes

were

made.

See, the serious concentration above

and the intense eyes below

If you give her a gumball, she'll smile, but only for the picture

Then, it's back to work

He has them all lined up here. Boys get the first pick. Anything leftover is meant for those nasty wasty girls.

Morgan is not concerned with any of this yet.

She's just concentrating on what shoes go best with her diaper. She wants to look her best for her best Valentine. . . DaDa, of course.


Happy Heart Day! Don't forget to tell you favorite Valentines how much you love them!

Helper

I have a little helper today. We're supposed to be paying bills. She wouldn't have any of that. She said we were supposed to eat strawberry fruit snacks and blog surf.

It wasn't hard to give in.

She's arrived

Mo has really arrived. Today was her first day in nursery. That's right folks. . . the big 18 month mark to the day. Handled it like a pro. I put her down. . . she saw the toys. . . she never looked back. That's my girl! I have to admit I teared up a little when she didn't look back. Silly me! I also teared up a little when I peeked in for the 30th time and she was doing Itsy Bitsy Spider.


Oh, here she is now.

Mo. Morgan. Mo-Mo

Can you tear yourself away from your little people for 1 second while I ask you a few questions?

yup, yup that's your horse. Let's focus here.

Put the thumb down . . . I repeat, put the thumb down and nobody gets hurt.

We're going to have to make this interview quick folks, she's already lost interest.

Let's start out simple. . . Can you say cheese?

Good, good, now on to the more advanced moves.

Can you show me your pits?

Where's your neck?

Where's your elbow? (or upper arm/bicep. . close enough.)

Ooooo, now we're really getting into it!

Where are your toes?

and your scary teeth?

Show me your belly?

Now, where are your eyes?

And where is your arm?

(Raise your hand, raise your hand if you're sure!)

Thank you for your time miss Morgan.

Just one more question,

Can you show me those grumpy eyes?

And, there you have it folks. 18-month-old-Mo in a nutshell.

It's all goots.

(translation: GOOTS anything she doesn't know how to say. "Milk", "good", "Paige", "crackers", "I need a drink", "Mom you're pretty much the coolest person around". . . . etc.)