They Come In 3's

Have you ever heard the saying, "it always comes in three's" in regards to good and bad events? Well, we were living proof this week. Number one was small, but it hurt lol. We took all the girls to the indoor pool to have some family time outside the house. I took my really nice shampoo and conditioner with me that is from the salon and is pretty costly. It is one of those little things I do for myself to stay feeling okay when I sacrifice just about everything else. Well, at the end of the day, I left it there on accident and someone stole it asap. I tried to go back and get it but it was not turned in or left where it was, so there went A LOT of hair care that I really enjoy. I was more hurt and wounded by the actions of another person to steal something like that since that isn't how I work. I enjoy doing the right thing when I come across other people's things because I feel good about my actions and hope for it to work out. Number two and three were both a result of a trip to Sea World that we took on Thursday.

Number two happened to G and is was horrible. While at the park, G and E were in a double jogging stroller with a very large canopy and we made sure they were protected from the sun as much as possible. D, M, and I got the most exposure because we walked everywhere. The only time the little ones were in the sunlight was during one dolphin show and the Shamu show at a total of maybe 10-20 minutes compared to the hours for the rest of us. Well, the next morning when we all got up, G's cheeks and nose were covered in blisters. They broke open and covered from one cheek all the way across to the other with open sores on her face. It was unthinkable and I was completely upset. I immediately knew that in the state of California, they are known for their excessive child abuse accusations and was scared to take her in to the hospital for help. But I decided that not getting her help would look much worse than getting the help and just explaining what happened in case it became infected and got even more serious. So, D took her in and they treated her and admitted they were initially concerned that it was abuse but that it obviously wasn't the case with her. I just can't wrap my mind around someone harming a child, of all people, on purpose. I was just beside myself with guilt that I didn't do more to protect her and would be no matter what degree of effort was used. It was just unreal because no one else blistered anywhere and E had equal time in the sun and didn't even get pink. I have just decided to take this as a lesson learned on G's sensitivity to sunlight and add hats and even more aggressive sunscreen any time we are outdoors.

Number three was another display of complete dishonesty. D used my debit/credit card to purchase our gas for the drive home while we were in San Diego. He didn't put my card back and at a restroom stop at a gas station on the way, the card ended up in the wrong hands somehow. The next morning I asked for my card and it was missing completely. No frantic search unearthed it and I gave it a few days to see if it showed up. Well, a little voice told me to check our account yesterday and when I did I discovered four different charges in a row at the same gas station we had stopped at and not made any purchases of our own at. We immediately called the bank and they informed us that they had already restricted the card on their own because the charges were very suspicious to them. So we cancelled the card all together and I went in today and turned in all the dispute paperwork to have the money reimbursed to us and legal action pursued by the bank. In all, they stole $177 and change in the space of hours from us. I just have to say a big thank you to God and the bank for catching these things and acting so fast on their own. I admit it could have been worse and I thank God it wasn't.

So there is our three. Two thefts and a child hurt. I think we just need to hunker down and keep to ourselves for a while. I hope that the three's come to you in the good...

The True Meaning

The other day M came up to me while I was watching some t.v. program and sat next to me. She leaned her head on my shoulder and said, "Mama, you're my best friend." I didn't even know she knew that saying or what it meant, but in that moment, she taught me something completely new about love. Later I wanted to show D and I asked her if I was her best friend and she ran over and hugged me and told me I was. Then I asked her if Daddy was her best friend and she came over and held me and said, "No! Mama is my best friend!". I realized that she really understood at her level what that means because of that. I asked her if G was her friend and she told me "yeah, G is my friend" and then I asked her about E and she told me "No, E is too little." LOL. So, now when I am paying the least amount of attention, M will approach me with a kiss or hug or words that echo in my heart, "Mama, you are my best friend.". Motherhood is such a blessing.

Ultrasound Pictures!

Yesterday was our 12 week ultrasound to start checking for cleft lip or palate and to make sure the spine is okay. It went great and we have great pictures of the baby now and even a dvd that they made for us. I am deeply relieved so far and we go back in six weeks when we can finally find out what this new little one is. I have already accepted that I will have four beautiful little girls so I am not holding my breath on a boy. Well, please enjoy these! The last one is of the baby in 3D and at first it is so small that you might think it is a foot or something, but it is the whole baby from head to toe. It is amazing!

D the Furniture Whisperer

D has had insomnia lately and so I sent him off to the doctor about it. The doctor decided to give him a sleep aid to take when he gets home from work so he can actually sleep. At first I was just relieved to have him asleep before 6 am, but the other night made me wonder about what is worse... It was around 2:30 or 3 am and I woke up to the sound of D yelling. He kept saying, "Stop moving! Stop moving!". As I opened my eyes, he was standing facing our armoire and swaying in circles telling the armoire to stop moving. I immediately asked him what he was doing and he turned to me and told me the armiore, "is giving me the evil eye and won't stop moving". I could of course see that he was the one moving and that his sleeping aid was making him hallucinate. I yelled at him to just go to bed and knock it off. I told him I was going to the bathroom and to be in bed when I got done like I would one of our kids lol. When I came back in he was trying to convince me that the walls were moving and I just told him to go to bed and stop being weird. He finally put himself in bed and passed out right away. This morning was the first time we could talk about it and we both had a pretty hardy laugh, but I have to say it freaks anyone out to wake up to their spouse talking to furniture... and being serious about it. We have figured out that he stayed up long past when he should have after taking the pill and that if he lays down quick enough, it shouldn't happen again.  My husband the Furniture Whisperer.

Tidbits

So, I have decided to compile some snip-its of moments with the girls that were just too good not to share...

After we got home from church on Sunday we were eating lunch. I was sitting at the computer just reading emails and I turn my head to look at the table. M has decided to stand up on the chair and when I look at her she blows me a kiss. I of course catch the kiss and thank her for the kiss and she says, "your welcome Princess Mama." Since then, I have been Princess Mama and she has been Princess M. We even have Princess G and Princess E. I love being royalty.

I am in the kitchen cleaning up and M comes out with this long piece of ribbon with knots on both sides. She takes it and puts each knot in the cabinet doors across from each other. She then runs right at it and the knots slide toward the hinges and get stuck. Now, this is not what M had in mind and she stands there and says, "oh no, I will never win the race". I just decide that this is one time I need to watch and see how her problem solving goes. She tries to win the race one more time as it is and it doesn't improve, so she decides to run the race from the opposite direction. This was perfect because now the knots just slide right out of the door and that is that. M WINS THE RACE!!!! Of course, once G saw that there was something going on that fun, she started winning with her. Sisterhood rocks!

Again in the kitchen, I am cooking dinner. This time M drags out a guitar of D's (that he has NEVER used) and sets it against the cabinet wall. She then begins to strum on this guitar and sing the words, "mama, is cooking dinner, for a M. Mama, is cooking dinner a M!" This song was HILARIOUS and ever since she discovered this exciting new thing to do, she does it all the time. I will hear her randomly singing and strumming this guitar now. She loves to sing...
At church on Sunday, it was time to sing the hymns. So D and I get out the books and M gets out the program. She opens hers up and sings her own version of the hymn and one of the little boys in the row in front of us turns around. He looked at her like she was killing him and making him ill and she was just too wrapped up in her singing to notice or care. That's my girl!

One last moment, and it was at church also. Almost every single Sunday, G gets all upset and D has to step out into the entrance area with her and sit down. She throws a fit and tries with all her might to escape and D just makes her calm down and behave. Well, this Sunday G got smart about things. Every time someone would walk by, she would put her hands up and say, "Help, help". D would just laugh and tell her they were not going to help her escape. Well, I came out to check on things and actually did it to me! LOL, I laughed sooo hard. That girl is just too smart for her own good.

A Pony Is Born

M comes out holding all her big ponies and a white washcloth. I ask her where baby pony is and she gets very upset with me and keeps gesturing to the washcloth. I ask if baby pony is just asleep in there and she gets more upset with me and sets the washcloth down. She then says "it is in the egg". Ohhhh kay, um, so the pony is in a washcloth egg, this can work I guess. So she sets this washcloth down on my computer desk and starts going "Nay, nay!" and whinnies for the pony and starts pealing back folds of the washcloth (egg). The naying and whinnying continues until the pony is finally "born from the egg". We, of course, rejoiced when baby pony was successfully born since it seemed to be a lot of work for the little one and all. Now I just have to figure out where on earth my daughter learned this to re-enact it. All the same, it about had me wetting my pants from laughter once I didn't have to play along anymore. A baby pony hatched from a washcloth egg, it doesn't get any more "Enquirer" than that!

Small Pony Ice Cream

So Melody is wanting lunch and is very attached to her My Little Ponies. She comes up to me and says her ponies are hungry. I repeat this to her to verify and she says yes and that they want ice cream. She then explains they only need a little because they are small ponies and then she sticks out her tongue and says you use your tongue to eat the ice cream. I of course praised her efforts and told her there would be no small pony ice cream eating going on and she gathered them up and comforted them. Very sad day for ponies...