Last week I realized that Olivia's Girl Scout cookie money was due to my friend, Kate. She and I take turns driving our little girls home from preschool each Friday, and I knew she would be at my front door soon. I started counting money, and I went over the order form. My numbers were not jiving, so I decided to double check my math with a calculator. Well, there was no calculator to be found. I pulled out my cell phone, but I could not figure out how to make the calculator function work. That made me mad. I started looking for the calculator in the toy basket, and that's when I found the kids' toy cash register. Yes, that's what I used for my grown up addition. I laughed at myself, but it worked.
If you ever want to frustrate yourself to the final degree, then call your health insurance company while you are holding somebody's crying baby. The automated voice on the line will ask you to provide all sorts of information...your Group ID, your date of birth, the reason for your call. When you try to say what the phone computer requests, the baby will add background noise that will make it absolutely impossible for the system to operate correctly. I finally started yelling above Vivian's cry, "Customer Service!!" Why didn't I just wait until I had a quiet moment to make my business call? Well, once I finally get a quiet moment I lose all steam. That call had already been put off for over a week, so I decided...It is now or never. Computer voice be damned. I'm getting through!
Olivia has been given permission to carry Vivian around a bit, and she's very happy with this new privilege. She does it so much that baby Vivian now cries when Olivia puts her down. She wants her Mommy Yaya. I'm glad they love each other so much.
Henry has gone all day in undies. This means that I drove him to and from school (10 minutes each way plus carpool or parking lot time) twice this morning, and he napped in undies. I'm so proud of him. He's been by far the one to have the fewest accidents. He uses the potty whenever I put him on it, and he's even been telling me when he really needs to go. I'm going to put him in his crib tonight in undies and hope for the best. He's funny about this whole peeing thing. "Penis DOWN!!" is a common phrase uttered in our bathroom, and he's gotten better. He recently aimed it side to side and got quite a kick out of the way the pee stream moved. He's also been asking me about where dinosaurs pee, where frogs pee, and if they have penises. His brain tries to put all of this information together, and I just love having a little guy around. These are new questions after having two girls in the house.
Well, it is almost bedtime. I'm writing as Robbie rough houses with all the kids. The girls keep screaming with excitement, and Henry keeps tackling Robbie. Vivian just crawls around and does an amazing job of staying out of harm's way. When I tuck Henry into his crib tonight, I will tell him I love him. I will then say, "Jesus loves you." He will come back with something like, "Yes, Mom, and Santa loves me too." He says this every single night, and it always makes me smile. He and Vivian "talk" to each other from their beds. Last night he kept yelling, "VIVIAN!!!" I kept thinking about the Rocky movie when he yelled, "Adrian!!!"
Sweet Evelyn heard me talk about a service project at my Mothers of Preschoolers meeting where we collected empty toilet paper rolls for a lady to wrap on some toilet paper for homeless men. Evelyn became very interested, and she has been saving them for this cause ever since. Finally, my sweet son often says to me, "I want you to kiss me. That makes me feel better." If only that would help him forever.
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