Tender moments

So I posted that last entry and went upstairs to do the last "tuck in" of the night. I went to Mary Ella's room and pulled the blankets up, then went on to Addy Scott's room. I reached for the blankets and realized Addy was not there. I looked on the floor thinking she must have rolled out of bed and still, no Addy. So the heart started racing and I turned on the hall light to look in Mary Ella's room and there she was sleeping up against her sister. Sweet little moments like that help me cope with those "other" moments. Thank God for that little blessing tonight.

Expanded Vocabulary

I must say, when Mary Ella started kindergarten I was not prepared. She came home saying things that would make me cringe. They weren't horrible things like foul language...just things you know likely came from a child with an older sibling and yes, I'm well aware our two younger ones will probably be "those" kids as well. Anyways, most of those things were easily extinguished using the "inappropriate" lecture and so on. Well, in first grade we continue to learn to read, write, math and other "fun" (enter sarcasm here) sayings/words that must be extinguished. So on to the story....it was a beautiful afternoon and the kids were all outside playing. My mother was outside with them. I had asked Mary Ella to come inside and the conversation went something like this:

Me: Mary Ella, it is time to come inside and clean up for dinner

Mary Ella: Noooooooo

Me: Mary Ella, it is time. Now come on and let's go clean up.

Mary Ella: Noooooooo

Me: Now Mary Ella, you've got two choices...come inside and get ready for dinner or stay out here and get in trouble

Mary Ella: No mom, YOU'VE got two choices. You let me stay out here OR I can give you a wedgie and I KNOOOOOW what a wedgie is.

Me: (Insert a grandmother in tears laughing so hard she can hardly stand it...thanks mom, glad it is humorous) Mary Ella! (trying extremely hard not to laugh at the fact that my mother just witnessed this showdown) Get inside now.

Fortunately, Mary Ella came to her senses and got inside. Good grief! Do they really have to know what a wedgie is at six years-old. Geez! I guess there are worse things.....