I was listening to NPR, today. It's my station of choice when I wish to assert my adulthood on the children. The author of Ten Letters was on the air, describing the kinds of things people write and send to the President. It inspired me to write a little more, to put my voice out there. Each of us has a unique perspective on life and we should share it. I learned and still learn a lot from my mom as she voiced/voices her opinions to me. I feel close to people who share their thoughts with me. So tonight, when a concern popped into my head about a personal progress experience I was working on, I wrote about it...to the Stake President. Hopefully it will turn out better and create less emotional trauma then the letter I wrote to the principal and had multiple people sign Pippi's kindergarten year.
My day started at 12:01 am this morning. I was awake with dear Bardo who was in severe pain with an earache (Amberly, I'm now kicking myself for not taking you up on your essential oils class...) He would only be consoled by Phineas and Ferb. Unfortunately Phineas and Ferb even at volume 5 is an exciting sound to even a sleeping Boo. She was quickly put back to bed with 2 extra fuzzy pillows. I woke up on time to get Pippi on the piano and out the door. While driving her to school I discovered that the clocks in our home were somehow ten minutes fast, meaning she would be extra early to school.
|This picture, that has nothing to do whatsoever with this post, is here in recognition of the fact that most of my readers do not come interested in my ideas, but want to see my beautiful children.|
Boo was very clingy all day. She was very jealous of the medicine that Bardo got that she couldn't have. She was jealous of the extra hugs and cuddles Bardo got today, and she was tired because she woke up in the middle of the night.
Pippi made out her own invitations for her birthday party this year. She also filled goodie bags and made up some activities to do at her party tonight. I LOVE her ideas. I'll let you know how everything goes.