Another Broken Bone!

Well, my oldest child has now broken her second bone! At least this one is a small one, in her left pinkie, but still. I had ardently hoped that my penchant for accidents would skip a generation(or two), but alas, that was never to be. This is the child that chipped her front teeth on her father's head not once, but twice(playing peek-a-boo behind him on the couch........both times)!! The baby who gets her finger obliterated by a rabbit. The child that gets teeth knocked out on trampolines, and on bicycles. The sweet girl who broke her wrist two years ago just playing at recess. This girl weighs heavy on the part of me that wants to curl up and cry like a baby when I see injury or blood of any kind. You know those people that curl in on themselves, swooning and moaning when they see other people's blood? Ya, that's me :) I am so inconvenient to have around during an accident!

So, I woke up with a headache and a full day ahead of me this morning! I missed one of my very first assignments for my English class, and we didn't eat dinner until 9:00 last night, but all five of us are present and accounted for today, so things could be worse! The assignment was only worth five points, so hopefully it won't put too big of a dent in my grade. I can only pray that my two littlest girls will fare better in the injury department, thus sparing me from the constant agony of seeing a piece of my heart wounded!! Either that, or that they at least wait until Daddy is home to start bleeding!! :0

Lots of Hearts :)

This morning very early a tiny little body climbed into the bed beside me. I turned to cuddle this precious child, and she sighed sleepily and told me, "Mommy, I have lots of hearts ". When I asked, "Lot's of hearts?" she nodded her head in affirmation and explained. "I have a big heart for you, and a big blue heart for Daddy, and a sister heart for Sydney, and a giraffe heart for Payton, and one for Grammy." So cute!! What a fantastic way to start a Sunday morning :)

A Budding Politician

Today Payton got sent to her room for yelling. When I went in to talk to her about why she was in trouble, she had a very interesting way of explaining her offense.

When I asked her if she understood why yelling at someone was the wrong way to get their attention, she acted offended. "I wasn't yelling at her Mom", she stated with tiny hands on tiny hips, "I just like talking at people very loud."

Priceless :)

Oh The Things They Say!

As the mother of three darling girls, I can attest to the fact that females have a natural inborn flair for the dramatic. Well, at least MY girls do, and can you all just hear my mother snickering over her long ago declaration that she"hopes I have three girls just like" me? She always said three girls, because there were only the two of us for her, me and Janna, and so she figured even one more for me would be fair and justifiable payback. Well Momma, sometimes you do get exactly what you ask for! :)

Last night I was laying in bed reading a book(shocking, I know) with Chad, and at a full trot enters Brooklyn, effectively demolishing our blissfully serene state. She is sobbing and exasperated, wisps of hair hanging in her face. She slams into my side of the bed and throws her pretty little head down onto the mattress.
"Mommy, Payton is ruining my life!" she muffles into the sheet, but somehow still effecting quite the long-suffering wail. Keep in mind this child is four years old, FOUR! Every time Brooklyn is upset, she is able to express her innermost feelings with her whole body, mind and possibly soul, all the while peeking up at me to make sure I am paying rapt attention. It is a thing of beauty. Now I asked her very calmly what Payton could have possibly done to "ruin her life"(without laughing I think you should know). She has now weaseled her way onto the bed and buries her face into my neck. "She won't go with me to the kitchen, and I'm thirsty." This is also a wail. Effective.

It was dark you see, and these precious children were supposed to be in bed. None of my girls will walk around in the dark, so we keep all of the lights off in the front of the house to discourage getting out of bed, with the exception of a night light in the bathroom. I guess thirst got the better of her and she was going to go get a drink of water, but only if Payton was willing to accompany her and turn on the light. Funny. Who knew water fetching was such a life altering thing?

So even though I knew it was happening I still got up and got the child a cup of water, which is exactly what she wanted in the first place. Dramatic and diabolical!! Watch out world, here come the Hiester girls :)