Metal Meredith

I can’t seem to wrap my head around really writing anything down so you get snippets of information this way.

Things overheard this weekend:
1. “Mom, after I am an Opera singer and a Circus clown, I want to be a famous dancer.” - Vivienne
2. “Mom! I see a baby mouse. He is sleeping!” - Henry, after finding a dead chipmunk lying on its back in the yard.
3. “Dad! I find poop!” - Henry, who then plopped a poo nugget onto the kitchen counter next to Phil.
4.  “I want PRINCESS BIKE!” - Henry, who was removed from the princess themed bike at Dick’s Sporting Goods.
5. “Mom, I eat grass.” - Henry, after we tell him not to eat grass.

We still have Easter weekend to make it through but I am feeling pretty confident. I am not sure if Vivienne took a big ol’ swig of nice elixir, if Henry is easier to deal with, or if I got an extra 45 minutes of sleep each morning that really made the difference. We only had one time out (which came after a day of Super-Fun where Vivienne went out all day with her friend Anna) and little to no yelling on my part.

Thankfully the weather allowed for 3 out of 5 days of outside play. The first day Vivienne refused to get dressed, calling it her holiday “PJ day”.

Day One:

Day Two:

Day Three:

Day Four:

Day Five (Vivienne’s not here and Henry is napping. Lulu took the opportunity to nap):

Poor tooth #4, it was so lonely there on its own. Away it goes! Now we have a toofleth lithper (aka toothless lisper).

The poor Tooth Fairy ran out of gold coins, so Vivienne got 2 half dollars instead. And boy, she is running out of goofy poems. 

Vivienne has lost tooth #3 and she is really happy about it. Any day that the warm light of attention shines on her a few extra moments is marvelous. Thursday was that day.

Kudos to Phil, who actually pulled the sucker out when Vivienne just could not finish the job. I am not so sure I could have done it.