The Weekend

Nothing too exciting happened this past weekend. NyCee has another dress from her Nana Ida (I seriously think Nana Ida enjoys shopping for the dresses just as much as NyCee loves wearing the dresses. It's amazing how Nana just happens "to see a dress" for NyCee. But that is why God made Nanas).

Saturday night, I planned to go play video games with a friend after church. Well, Tyler's fingers were smashed in the door at church. So, no video games for me. Then on Sunday, I took the kids to a birthday party and he spilled hot coffee on his other hand. Wow! Son, really? Thankfully, his fingers were not broken nor his hand burned.

Speechless

NyCee lost her voice this weekend. It started out as the onset of a cold. But since I do not allow my children to participate in sickness, her body is attempting to rebel in the form of laryngitis. It's kinda cute actually. I don't know how much of it is laryngitis and how much of it is NyCee having fun with it.

There's nothing I can do for it. Her voice will restore when it gets ready. It's funny listening to her attempt to talk. Initally, she kept saying, "Mommy, I can't talk." Now she just attempts to say whatever and her voice is scratchy and cracky.

"But Mommy, I am sorry I made a mess"

After putting the kids to bed, I washed my hair as I am getting it done tomorrow for the Valentine's Day weekend. Once I finished blow drying it, I walked out of my room and tripped on something. I really didn't pay any attention to it as I figured it was one of the kids' toys.

I walked into the hall bathroom and smelled finger nail polish. Immediately, I called Taylor's name as I did not see her in her bed. She replied, "Here I am."She was in my bed. I asked what did she do. Thankfully, I teach my children to be honest so she told me the story.



"I wanted to put this (nail polish) on my fingers like this (making the motion of polishing nails). But it spilled and I couldn't clean it up but I am sorry. I didn't mean to make a mess." Here's the kicker: the nail polish was on my dresser. She got the seat to her easel set, put it up against my dresser and located her nail polish. (She has a light pink color.) The additional highlight: it was dark. She managed to reach and locate the nail polish in addition to polishing her nails in the dark.

She was not disciplined. I gently explained she has to ask for permission before getting certain things. And mommy has to help her with fingernail polish.

She is a child genius.

Striptease

I walked into the kids' room and this is what I saw:


I am not clear as to when my son took off his pants. Let's back up, I didn't even know he could take off his pants. But there they are in the middle of the floor. And there he stands calmly as if nothing has happened.