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I love, love, love them all. But Scout’s invitation to his school crush (three years ago…but we keep it going), might be the one that made me the most proud!
Scarlett O’Hara told me this morning, she still has a fever!
She does.
But let me tell you the most amazing story ever! Last night, I slept on one couch, while Pippi slept on the other. Three different times in the night, I heard Pippi get up for a drink. When she realized her water bottle was empty, she got off the couch, went into the bathroom, and filled it enough for a good swig of water. After rehydrating, she would put her bottle back on the table, then she would reposition her blankets, put her bowl back next to her, and go back to sleep. At three years old, I have NEVER had a kid take care of themselves! Micah is 40, and he isn’t this self contained when he is sick! It was AMAZING! She took care of herself three times in the night, without asking me for any help whatsoever! I was shocked and SOOO proud!
She spent another day in a sick bed, but it was a much better day! She only threw up a few times, and kept her perfect record of making the bowl each time.
She asked me to get the tent out, because she wanted to make a different sick bed…
but she ended up back in the sick bed her mama made her.
I feel a bit guilty for how independent she was while being sick. But I PROMISE that I am going to feel WAY more guilty, when my other four (yes — including Micah) get sick next…and I tell them to suck it up, and then compare them to Pippi, “The unprecedented example of a perfect sick person”.
Dash’s chin probably should have been stitched, but it was medically glued instead.
I’m sure both would have held up for the healing…but what about his chocolate ice cream face?
(Did I mention that all of this happened on Dad’s watch? Stitches and ice cream face!)
In the famous words of Frankie Valli…”Oh What A Day!”
This one was a doosie.
Let’s start off with the most perfect little sick human on this earth. My little Pippi started off this morning with the flu. She was warm to the touch, and complained of her tummy. I made her the famous sick bed (blankets covering everything, television on, and a bowl next to the sick child), and she got all settled in. I kind of told her what to expect, and what to do if her tummy got really bad — hold the bowl underneath her while she threw up.
Moments later, she was getting up to grab the bowl.
I guided her through her first rodeo…and she nailed it.
She made NO mess, and was very calm through the ordeal.
Nice.
Then she slept.
Then she begged for something to drink or a Popsicle.
Then she threw up.
Now play repeat 45 times!
AT LEAST!!!
My little Pippi threw up, more than I have ever seen anyone throw up! Part of it was because she didn’t understand why she shouldn’t drink when she was thirsty. I told her it might make her tummy upset again, but she decided to take the risk every time.
Now comes the “exquisite” part…
Pippi DID NOT MISS her bowl even one time!!! And when she needed to run to the toilet with diarrhea, she never missed the toilet either! If I happened to be somewhere else when she felt sick, she held her own hair back, threw up, and then called for me to get the bowl — for washing. It was literally amazing! I’ve never seen a three year old so poised and on the ball! She has mastered the art of being sick!
After hours and hours of her feeling awful, I asked her if she wanted to take a drive. (My dad would take me on drives when I felt sick…and I always liked getting out.) She definitely did, so I grabbed her, her Byew (BYU Blanket), and of course…her bowl.
We drove around for about 20 minutes. We looked at the beach, pretty trees, and lots of flowers. Meanwhile, little miss Exquisite threw up twice in the car. Without skipping a beat, she did it perfectly in her bowl. Afterwards, I pulled over and dumped the mess, then poured water into the bowl to swish it around, then passed her back her bowl. (Barely in time for her next mess.)
This had been a long day for my little girl. And it was a bit lengthy for me too. I was excited for this day to draw to a close, for a new and improved day.
And that is when I got the call..
Dash split his chin open, while sliding down the railing at Grandma’s pool.
And now I am moving on from throw up, to stitches.
Scout’s writing.
Seth and Cade were over.
Navy was cracking up downstairs.
I think I have solved the mystery.
THEY BETTER KNOW THE *67 TRICK!
I wouldn’t call our before bed routine any sort of ritual. Ritual insinuates that it is the same each time. Ours literally differs nightly.
Tonight, Dash decided to be a dentist’s dream, and floss his teeth!
And then he obviously needed to work on his balance.
I was dying when I saw Scout doing sit ups this morning!
I guess someone is trying for last-minute abs before going shirtless at Junior Lifeguards!!!
Navy wasn’t very excited to sign up this year, but Scout was really excited.
But when I dangled a little bribe in front of Navy’s face, she was quickly on board.
Let’s be honest — who wouldn’t be excited to spend a week in this paradise?
And the best part….they joined up with friends they knew would be there.
And even a few they didn’t expect.
The Larks, Ericksens, Willkins and about four other families they kind of know were there.
Apparently, it was a really good day, and they all liked being there.
We obviously celebrated afterwards with the Hive!
I love when Skilly and NayNay hang out with my kids. They literally think my kids are the best. Today, Skilly took Scout to South Coast Plaza, and I got this screen shot of Scout.
Skylar was dying when Scout saw a shoe shiner, and asked, “Do you think he could polish my crocs?” She told that story over and over, thinking he is hilarious. And then the fact that Scout is calling himself a “Goat” (Greatest Of All Time) also makes her crack up. I’m glad somebody finds it funny. I used to, but now I find it completely obnoxious.
Scout…you have two major fans!
My kids and Ashley’s kids competed in a Lego War today.
The criteria was: make something Nonnie would like best.
There was a clear winner!
Sadly — I don’t have any recollection of who made this.
But nice work — you know who you are.
It’s pretty rad when your auntie Gail wants to take you on a special date. That means you are going to go out adventuring — or Chuck E. Cheeses! Today, Auntie Gail took the two oldest to the ocean institute and the tide pools. They said it was so much fun. Then I got in trouble because I don’t EVER take them there.