Madison has been practicing her jump rope skills. She has gotten so good, in fact, that she has started counting as she jumps. Yesterday, she presented me with a piece of paper that had a big heart colored in the middle with "4000 jumps" written out above it. I can personally vouch for the first 1047 of those jumps, I heard every number she counted while Mac drove his tractor around in circles!
While Dad has been working late the last couple of weeks, we are all working on our patience and love for one another. We have each come up with different ways to express ourselves - some of us have been jumping rope, some have been painting tables. Still others have been covering themselves in chocolate pudding. So much for the patience. I found Mac like this as I was taking the girls to bed. You would not believe how fast prayers went last night!
After the girls went down, I threw Mac in the tub. He knew how cute he was the moment I got the camera out to document his puddininess. So this is the little look he gave me when it was time to get out of the tub. In case you don't read 2 year old, he's saying "good luck with that, Mom, I know exactly how cute I am."
I am sorry that Barclay wasn't pictured in this post. We had a major life lesson yesterday after school. She has been begging me relentlessly about going to McDonald's to buy her a Happy Meal so that she can have the cheap version of the Littlest Pet Shop that they are advertising with their kids' meals these days. I have not let her get one for obvious reasons. So, feeling particularly loving towards my child and because she had finally given up on the begging after many weeks, I decided that I would let her get a Happy Meal after dance yesterday. Barclay was so excited, she almost jumped out of her seat. We ordered and pulled around to the pick up window. She waited in a controlled frenzy, scarcely breathing, as the drive-through lady handed me the precious sack of nuggets, fries and her much anticipated prize. I passed the meal back to her and she tore through it like it was Christmas morning. Pause. WAILING from the back of the car. She had gotten the green goblin guy from Spiderman in her "happy" meal. I plead with the drive-through lady to switch it out for us... but alas, they were OUT of Littlest Pet Shop toys. Barclay was devastated and completely inconsolable for the rest of the day. We got home and she put herself to bed. Disappointment is a bitter pill and Barclay simply did not want to be awake to swallow it.
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