I literally don’t have a clue what I have written down as of lately.  But there have been a few things lately that I don’t want to forget.
Such as:
1. The other night, as usual, Icka ended up sleeping in my bed half way through the night.  Micah was out of town, so I love the little body all snuggled up next to me.  When she woke up, and I was still in dreamland, I heard, “Turn over…..turn over……Mama…turn over!”  I was literally still just waking up, and hadn’t turned over when she finally said, “It’s not Daddy….turn over…it’s not Daddy, it’s me!”  So when I finally did turn over, and did the whole surprised-it-was-her act, she said, “I’m better than Dada…huh?”
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2. Sweet Scout, who might be the pickiest eater in history, is constantly asking for “big dinners”.  Talk about the guilt I feel as we came off summer with very few family dinners.  So I told him that he will have a big dinner (one with all of the characters around the table) at least four times a week.  The other three consist of weekend nights where we go out and the day the cleaners come and we usually head over to Brit’s house.  So far, so good.  And nothing beats his excitement as he walks in the door and gasps, “Huhhhhh….Icka, we are going to have a big dinner tonight. YAY!!!”
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3. Poor little Scout has had a fever, and what we think is the flu all day.  I have tried to get him to eat and drink, but he resists both.  By almost 6:00 he finally said that he felt better and that he could finally think of something that would make him feel better.  I was so excited because I keep wanting him to get something in his stomach.  So I asked what it was, and he said, “Mom, I think sugar will make me feel better.”  I asked what kind of sugar — was it a candy he wanted, or some oatmeal with brown sugar?  No.  He said, “Probably just a handful of sugar would make me feel good.”  Maybe it would….but handsome little boy, I have some limits!
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4.  The same time Scout was sick, Icka was pretty cute.  She really tried hard to take care of him and had him lay on her lap while she played with his hair.  When I brought out the Tylenol, she talked Scout into taking it.  She told him it was, “Yummy, and good for you, and is purple.”  (Not red — the kind both don’t like.)  After he downed his dose, she then informed me that she needed some also.  I told her medicine was only for sick kids, and she told me her “tummy hurt”.  When I told her that I would need to put her to bed if her tummy hurt, she told me that her “head hurt”.  I told her rest was the best medicine for that.  She went through a few more, but didn’t like the repercussions of any of the illnesses, so she finally came up with her best yet.  She said, “Mommy, I need medicine ’cause I have the hiccups!”  Sorry Sis!
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5.   Amazingly enough, Sissy did get sick the next day with the same little fever that Scout had.  When I tucked her into bed, she asked me to “cuddle her” for a “really long time”.  I obliged for a few minutes, and the following one-sided conversation took place.  Icka told me, “Mama, B, Ka, NayNay, Nonnie and me are all gurls.  Scout is a boy, and so is Baby Sumo.  But when Baby Sumo is born, I am going to turn him into a princess.”  I asked how she was going to do that because boys aren’t princesses.  She said, “I am going to get him a pink bear, not a black one like Scout.  And I am going to love him SO much.”  Well Sissy, I am SO pleased that Scout is going to trump everything you said….and more importantly, that you like being the solo princess with what will now be TWO knights in shining armor adoring you.
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6.  Tristen was talking to Brit who was having a bad day.  So she went and picked up Grey for an hour or so, and asked if she could take Grey’s buddy Icka.  I said sure, and they all headed to the Dollar Store and then went back to Brit’s to hang out.  I was really surprised when Tristen came home about four hours later, since I thought it was an hour jaunt.  But I wasn’t surprised when she came in, plopped down on the chair and said, “I am beyond exhausted….and your little girl is HORRIBLE!”  I told her I understood the exhaustion, but what was this thing about horrible?  I guess she spoke the truth because I would call my niece horrible too if they had taken crayons and colored all over Brit’s playroom wall, and then spilled a huge glass bottle of purple juice all over the same room’s carpet.  Tristen said she was humiliated, and didn’t understand how naughtiness could just ooze out of Icka’s pores.  I had to be a little defensive, and asked what she had been fed for dinner.  When the answer was, “She might be hungry”, I replied with, “No nap and no food equals major naughtiness!”   So Tristen — although I feel for you, I also blame you!