Anything Lil will do

Anything Lil will do,
children will do, also.

Children will do anything
that Lil has done.

In case you didn't figure it out, I was singing this in my head. Do you know what tune?

It's like Christmas!

What did we get?

Surprise!

Mommy fits in the box, too

Here's a little game we play a lot at our house

It goes something like this:

Where's Ruby?

There she is:

Where did Cora go?

I see Cora:

This game is not always played with boxes.

Cora is on the box

Is that close enough to being on the ball?

Happy Belated Valentines Day

The girls and I cut out, colored, and wadded up a few Valentines for all of you. Perhaps I should be more exact: I cut out, the girls colored and wadded up a few Valentines:
This is the easiest method of getting them to you. :-)

What can you do with a box?*

*This is a rhetorical question.

We Match

We've downsized...

...our snowmen

I really tried to give the little guy a smile, but he really wanted to frown.

I don't understand my children...

When they are together they fight constantly. Then one leaves and the other only lasts a minute before she has to follow. They can't stand to be together, but they can't stand to be apart.

When you can't find your glasses...

I'm sure there's something around that will work just as well.

Cool Cora

I think the flowered hat worn backwards is a nice look, don't you?

Lil thinks she can sneak into the pantry

But she's wrong. Not only was she caught, she got cornered.

"Watch a movie, Mommy."

That is a remote in her hands.

A Story of Puke

Really, it is about puke. If you do not like to read about such things or if your stomach is weak enough to get sick just by reading about other people's puke, you should stop reading now.

Really.

Time: 1:00 am
Location: Bed, nice and cozy, warm, sleeping soundly.
Situation: My cell phone vibrates and wakes me up. I groggily grab it, first thinking it must be time to get up (I use my phone as my alarm sometimes), but then I notice the time. I look at my phone. It says Lil is calling me. Why in the world would Lil, who lives in my house and was in bed when I went to bed, be calling me at 1:00 in the morning?

"Meg, Cora just threw up and I don't know what to do."

Indeed, Cora had thrown up A LOT. Her pillow, blankets, pajamas, and sheet were disgusting. Apparently she had been crying and calling for me. Apparently I slept through it. Lil got things for me and held Cora while I did my best to clean up the mess without turning on the light. Ruby managed to sleep through the whole thing. We all went back to bed.

Later the same day: Bedding was in the washer. It was just me and the girls, as usual. We ate breakfast and sat down to read stories. I had both girls on my lap. The girls had been coughing some, but not terrible. All of a sudden Ruby starts to throw up. I put my right hand up under her mouth. Almost simultaneously, Cora starts to throw up. I put my left hand under her mouth.

Isn't it interesting the situations you find yourself in as a mother? Things I never thought I could have handled, I've survived.

Here I sat, two sick girls on my lap -- one of them covered in puke -- and two hands full of puke. It is a situation in which I hope never to find myself again. Ever. Cora seemed to be more sick than Ruby, at least she threw up more and was therefore covered in it (my hand just wasn't big enough). I had no idea what to do. It wasn't like I even had a hand to grab something with.

Well, Ruby seemed to be done puking, at least at that moment, so I had her climb down. I tried to get her to bring me something I could use to clean up a little. Either she couldn't reach any of the stuff on the dryer or she didn't understand what I wanted, because she didn't bring anything.

Plan B: I dumped the puke from my right hand into my left hand so I could carry Cora into the laundry room. I set her on the floor while I washed my hands in the laundry sink. Miraculously enough, I discovered that only my hands had puke on them. I stripped the girls down and stuck them in the bathtub.

We spent the rest of the day with buckets nearby. I don't think the girls quite understand the purpose of the buckets. Since we didn't actually need them again that day, they didn't have a reason to learn. Which is really the way I prefer it.

The most amazing part of the day to me? I managed to have two sick girls throwing up on me at the same time without me throwing up, too! It is amazing what a mother can survive. :-)

We can DEFINITELY see better with these...

I have no idea why my children have a fascination with glasses...
No idea, whatsoever.

Ray thinks he is funny

He was sporting a full beard for a few months (you can sort-of see it in the previous post). This look lasted only a short while, he shaved off the sideburn connections. He still has a mustache.