Caroline decided yesterday evening that she wanted to spend the night with her Mimi and Bops. One phone call later (where she said “hurry mimi, it’s gettin’ too late) they had sped over and picked her up. It was so nice to have a free night and not have to get through the nightly beating which is getting her bathed and in her pajamas. Then when I went to pick her up this morning she threw a fit and wanted to take her nap “AT MIMI’S HOUSE”!!! I was only too happy to let her stay so that I could run some long overdue errands. I bought two new shirts at Adelante and then headed to Toys R Us.
I have to make the momentous decision of trampoline vs. bouncy castle for her birthday present, but first I had to convince P that the tree in the backyard needs to come down. It’s just a small tree and yet it totally impedes the flow of playtime in our backyard. It was there before we added on to the house but with the addition it takes up too much room. I’ve been looking at our backyard with a critical eye ever since I decided we’ll have Caroline’s birthday party at home. I know P is thrilled at the prospect of pressure washing the back porch, cleaning the light fixtures and taking out a tree, but I am officially obsessed.
Speaking of obsessed…Caroline had hand, foot and mouth disease about a month ago. One morning she woke up and had sores in her mouth. This has left a lasting impression on her little mind so much so that she starts most conversations with “I had a sore in my mouth last night”. I’m thinking we really need to work on her social graces. Sores in the mouth can be offputting, even if you are an adorable almost three year old.
Tonight when I put her to bed she took out her paci to say her prayers. I couldn’t understand most of it, but hearing her little voice say “dear Jesus…” is just the sweetest thing in the world. It makes me forget that she’s the same little girl who had to get a spanking before we left the pool today. She threw an absolute fit and went running off, so I had to swat her little bottom. On the way to the car she told me she was singing a sad song. I asked her how it went and she sang this little “I am so sad about my spanking, this is my sad song”. The drama begins.