Proud little girl

Becca had the best day ever on Monday, according to her. We celebrated her "unbirthday", as she called it since my mom came to visit. Sunday we had ice cream and cupcakes. The cupcakes didn't last for long since the dog got sneaky and ate about 14 of them, wrappers and all. Stupid dog. She didn't even get sick. We went to John's Incredible Pizza on Monday, where Becca got a whoopie cushion as a prize. The kids blew it up and stuck it on the seat, for Jeremy to sit on. He popped it. She was devastated. After John's, we ran some errands with her. The first errand was to get her ears pierced. That was the birthday present from Grandma and Grandpa. She was so excited, she was literally hopping up and down with anticipation. That's when she told me it was the best day ever. I was very proud of her because she didn't cry one bit. Her eyes got real big, she swallowed and then she was ok. Then my mom took her to See's candy, which probably helped. After that went to Sam's Club and took her to the dollar store to let her pick out a replacement for the whoopie cushion, where she picked up some flip flops. And of course she had to tell everyone within shouting distance that she got her ears pierced. All was well.

Finally!

Sariah has spent quite a bit of time feeling sorry for herself because the other kids in her class have lost lots of teeth and she'd only lost one. Now two more are gone and as you can see, she's got a lovely smile. The other front tooth is loose now too. She's really proud of herself. And impatient to grow up.

JDs photo session

Jeremy pinned a sheet up on the wall and took some pics of JD since he doesn't get school pictures like the girls do. I think they turned out cute. JD really doesn't cooperate when we try to take his picture so I am quite impressed with Jeremy.

My little ragamuffins

Since the weather has been nice and the kids school is close, we've been walking to pick them up in the afternoon. It's part of my effort not to spend the evening in a semi-comatose state after being up since 3:00 am. Most days it works pretty well. We were walking home from school on Tuesday we were walking home from school and I noticed that not only did Becca have holes in the knees of her pants but the soles of her shoes were flapping on the ground. I had two thoughts. One was that the said articles of clothing were going into the trash when we got home and the other was, did Jeremy look at her at all when she got dressed that morning? Maybe it happened at school. Anyway, Becca wasn't too happy about getting rid of her clothes. She sat down in the middle of the sidewalk after I told her they were going in the trash and started to cry. Becca never stays upset for long though.

Sunday I was cleaning out my nightstand and found a pair of Sariah's capri pants. I don' t know why I put them in there but I noticed green marker stains on the back pockets, so I threw them in my garbage can. Monday night, I went into my room and noticed that somehow they made it back onto my bed. I think Sariah found them when she was dumping pencil shavings and rescued them. So back in the trash they went. By the way, the trash in my room has basically scrapbook trash in it, nothing gross. Yesterday when we were picking them up from school her Sariah's capri pants looked oddly familiar. Somehow they'd made it out of the trash again. And they had a hole in the knee. She claims that she found them in her drawer. When I gave her a hard time about the hole in the knee and the stain on the rear she started to cry. Her teacher, bless her heart said "It's ok Sariah, I didn't notice the marker and people pay to have holes in their clothes." I'm beginning to wonder what their teachers must think, sending my children to school in clothes that are falling apart.

We've been potty-training JD the past couple weeks. We went with Jeremy's mom's advice and let him run around the house commando. We've only had a couple of stinky mishaps. Unfortunately they were in his carpeted bedroom. That was last week. This week he has been doing very well, he told me yesterday he's a big boy. I've only lost my temper at him twice, so I'm proud of myself. I remember screaming at Becca when we were trying to potty train her. He seems to be doing well so I'm hoping that by the time we run out of the current box of diapers that he'll be good to go. They ought to last a while since we are only using them at night and sometimes at naptime.