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According to plan?

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Well, today didn’t go to plan. No surprise there.

I’d been looking forward to spending a bit of time with KK today, working on the two craft kits she got at Michael’s recently.  Not shockingly, she decided it would be more fun to spend the day outside tackling the 7 or 8 non-brother boys that had invaded our yard. Can’t really say that I blame her. I’d probably have chosen exactly the same thing when I was her age. Heh…who am I kidding. I’d probably still be out playing football with the “boys” if my stupid foot worked properly.

Anyway, it was cold, my foot was aching and I had one very grumpy little Punky on my hands while our yard was being overrun with a neighborhood’s worth of kids. I tried to keep Punk from screaming by cutting out snowflakes for her and helping her paint and decorate a Christmas tree cutout. She was all for the painting. Decorating, not so much. She just wanted to use the stick-on gems for earrings. We did eventually get her one little Christmas tree decorated. I would like to point out that it should never, in any reality, take over an hour to decorate one paper tree.

I tried to get her to settle down and veg in front of the tv while I painted the plaques for decorating the kids’ bedroom doors. She did not want to settle down. At all. (I did mention that she was grumpy, right?) She messed me up twice while I was painting names on the plaques, so I got the joy of repainting. Twice. And waiting for them to dry. Again. And again.

Needless to say, I’m very thrilled that they are all in bed now. It’s been a trying day.

But the plaques look kind of cute and the kids love them. I keep telling myself that’s what matters. Then I argue with myself that my sanity is more important than their happiness. Then I answer myself that their happiness is far more important than some sanity. And then I know that I’ve already lost the battle because no sane person would carry on a stupid argument like that. With their own mind.

Dewey's door

Dewey's Room Plaque. I love the robot. I wish my kids were that cute.

Girls' Room

Girls' Room Plaque

Now I just have to get the inside of the rooms to look nice. Hopefully before next Christmas.

 

Happy Birthday to Kearsey!

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Today is my first baby girl’s birthday. Now, I have to be honest here and tell you that I was pretty certain she’d never make it to her ninth birthday. She is just a disaster. Well, she was. She seems to have grown out of that fairly well in the past year. Maybe it has something to do with her nearly losing her finger last year, but she’s grown up a lot since then. KK is turning into such a sweet, helpful, pretty girl. Interested in boys, but determined not to deal with the headache of having one in her life when she grows up. A hot mess who goes through lip gloss like our military goes through funding.

So many seemingly conflicting things to say about her, but she’s my special girl. The helpful, mothering hen who scares me to death by reminding me so much of myself at her age.

Princess Kearsey

Kearsey years ago in her die-hard princess phase

I love you and I’m glad that A) you grew out of this phase because I know nothing about princessy shit and B) you still have your finger.

My Halloween Kiddos

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Halloween Costumes

The kiddos at Halloween

I suppose I’m biased, but I think the munchkins were super cute for Halloween this year. They all had primarily homemade costumes. The older two girls couldn’t make up their minds about just what they wanted until the day before Halloween, so I was up all night, sewing, of course. Needless to say, I was dead tired come time for trick-or-treat. I stayed home and got a MUCH needed nap, while Eddie took them out. That was a first for us. I’ve taken them around plenty on my own during deployments, but it’s not something the hubby does. It was like a mini vacation (although, to be perfectly honest, it’s a vacation I don’t remember since I passed out before they were halfway down the block and didn’t wake up until nearly midnight).