Winter Blues

Little Sister has been a whiney-face terror ALL WEEK (monday through wednesday). I could hardly stand her. I think one in every 10 sentences she didn't use a whiney voice. I thought she'd be fine after a nap. Each day she had a long nap and she'd get up from her bed and just whine all they way upstairs. Hungry? She seemed better a few minutes after I fed her, but not much longer than that. What was I supposed to do with this girl?
Today there was no change in the morning and I'd about had enough. Well in the middle of the day we got to drop Captain Awesome off at preschool at the college. Troy needed the car but didn't get out of class until a half hour after we needed to be there, so we decided to take a walk (I was trying to catch Troy in his class across campus-no luck) I didn't bring the stroller and it was a pretty nice day, so I carried Baby and Little Sister "walked". More like she jumped in the snow, ran ahead, ran back to me, climbed loads of stairs, rolled on the linoleum, and got many googley looks from all the college girls. She was really quite well behaved.
The really amazing thing happened when we got home. She was not back to her usual self.... she was better! She was bopping around, playing, laughing, and doing anything to make me and Rockwell laugh. She was such a ham! It never occurred to me that all she needed some good old fashioned fresh air. Well, now I know.

A Discussion of Olefactory

Its no secret hat I dread changing Little Sister's stinky diapers. It's the worst part of the day and it occurs up to three times in one 8-hour day. One big reason I loathe this opportunity is because of the perfumed wipes in the unmarked containers I have the privilege of using. I always wondered why Mom bought such foul smelling wipes then today I saw the package they came in and there was the answer: Shea butter.
I remember when Shea butter started hitting the shelves. You could hardly buy lotion with it. They pasted the name all over their lotion bottles, even mixing it with other scents like coconut. Everyone oohed and aawed over it while I eewed and gagged and wondered what the big deal was ( note: I don't know maybe it just doesn't mix with my skin?)
Anyways for you oohers and aahers now picture your beloved scent mingled with baby poop scent (honestly, are scented wipes supposed to mask the scent? Because it just mixes) in one horrific combination. Not exactly coconuty is it? That is whT I put up with every day becaus the only thing worse than the smells of baby poop or Shea butter is the two combined. Why, Mom? Why?

Winter fun

(read to the primary tune:)Oh what do you do in the wintertime when all the world is bleak? ( end singing) I have a confession... I let them so something I'm not sure their parents do. Yes , the terrible babysitter that I am, I let them play with he couch cushions. Forts, cushion fights, beds, towers, jumping on and off. And I will tell you, it's a fantastic form of exercise for the little guys to lug these large pillows around. It entertains them for hours. To tell the truth I'm quite short on creative ideas for exercise ( ACSM recommends 60 minutes a day for children) and at this point in the winter the snow is all crusty and dirty, the magic has worn off, and it's too cold for them to be outside very long (I'm not as defensive as I sound. I'm all for playing outside most days, but I can hardly force them outside like I do when it's warm) So they play and at the end of the day the happy, healthy children put the cushions neatly back on the couch (Emphasis on happy)