Well, we missed putting out our shoes for the Feast of St. Nicholas. Of course, they do it at school today, so my kids weren't too disappointed, but I wish I could get my act together for all the saintly feast days.
John-Paul made the spring soccer competitive team. Go him! But it's a travelling team, so no go him. We just can't figure out how we will get him to weekly practices and games up to an hour away while still holding down the fort with the other four children, some of whom play baseball in the spring. It's times like this that make me wonder if the children in big families sometimes do get less than families of fewer children.
We are 1.5 weeks into Advent, and I still don't have Advent candles in our wreath.
Maggie has had bandaids on her elbow for a couple of days, which she wouldn't let us touch. I thought Phil had bandaged her up, and he thought I had bandaged her up, so we don't even know how or when she got hurt. When I finally held her down to take them off, she had a huge red bruise/infection under there. We are keeping it clean and applying antibiotic ointment and it's healing, but seriously, how terrible is that?
I've woken up twice in the past week to find John-Paul laying on my bathroom floor. He had woken us up in the middle of the night to tell us he was going to puke, and we told him to go to the bathroom. Then Phil set up a pillow and blanket for him on the couch. But he decided sleeping on the bathroom floor was a better alternative. Poor kid! We definitely need to bring him to the doctor because this random vomiting has happened three times in a few weeks. Not so random anymore. I'm thinking he's allergic or sensitive to something he's eating.
Andrew has been interested in Maggie's Bitty Twin, and keeps saying he wants the boy twin. I told him he needs to play with boy toys. There's something that just rubs me the wrong way when boys play with dolls...but I do want to encourage his nurturing side. What to do?
If we want Maggie to do anything that she doesn't want to do, we threaten to braid her hair. She is so set against having her hair braided, that she'll do chores, eat veggies, etc. just to avoid it. Is that wrong?
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