The Reality Post

This week was lazy.  We did stuff, sure, but I didn’t take my camera out.  There was opportunity to do more, and I declined.  I took some baths, played games on my phone, and watched TV.  I found myself wishing Sof would play on her iTouch, oh say, an hour longer, so as not to interrupt my time engaging in me.  And you know what?  I don’t even feel guilty about it.  ‘Cause most the time I frickin’ rock this mom thing. 

We changed Sof’s earrings!  She was super excited to have her Dora one’s in, but the backs aren’t as tight as the one’s they put in at the store.  So, somewhere between a visit to a friends house, her bed, and our bed, one is lost.  I noticed it while I was cleaning her up from her second round of puke at 4:00am this morning.  Of course I wasn’t going to risk the hole closing up, so I got out the other earrings and forced it through her ear.  Girlfriend was miserable anyway, so what the hell.  She’ll thank me someday.  Or maybe not, pretty sure I’m not in the running for Mother of the Year anyway.  Bottom line is by this morning she was up and running, and she still has 2 pierced ears.  All’s well that ends well:) 

   

Touchy feely moment…Lexi brought Sof down to our room and announced Sof had puked all over her bed.  Then Lexi said, “I told her, let’s go get Mommy so she can make it all better”.  Can’t help but think how natural that is for a biological child.  Of course Mommy will make it better.  Poor Sof had vomit to learn that lesson.  Now she knows it, and will never forget it. 

Before all that hot mess, Lexi and I went to her Girl Scout SWAP night.  Swaps are little pins that the girls make and trade with other troops in our area. 

This is actually one of my sweet kindergarten students.  She was SOOOO excited to see me there, and even more excited to swap with Lexi.  It will be great fun for her and I to tell the class on Monday. 

 

 

At the end all the girls hold hands and sing the friendship song.  There is nothing as sweet as 200 girls singing and swaying together.

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While I’m admitting nurturing failures, I might as well throw in Sponge Bob.  I don’t know if Chia pets are really white elephant gifts, or I just can’t grow grass, but we are failures.  If this was the Chia head with the plush green afro on the commercials,  ours would be more like Daddy Warbucks.  We managed to grow a few sparse sprouts and a lot of mold.  Gross.  We have more seeds and we’re Culley’s, which means we’ll probably give it another try.  We don’t accept failure at this house.  We will wash, dry, replant, and re-water that bad boy until he’s so green you can’t tell what he is.  I’m not sure, but I suspect there will be some Miracle Grow involved.

   

Here’s hoping no one tosses their cookies tonight, but just in case, no one is drinking cranberry juice.  It’s still red when it comes back up, and it doesn’t clean out of the carpet well.