Wild and wooly!

I did make my kids clean their bathroom on Sunday morning despite Eli persisently telling me that the toothpaste left in the sink was not his b/c he always cleaned out his spit when done brushing. (I couldn't argue with that but handed him the lysol anyway!)

I managed to juggle three kids and two parents (well, I didn't actually juggle my parents they more juggled my three kids and well me) on a Saturday marathon of soccer games and complete landscaping at the boys' school. I could kick myself for not taking a picture of sister girl - you all would have loved it! Picture this...pouring down rain, covered in mud and mulch, red berry juice smeared across her cheeks (thanks to big brother Eli), barefoot and lost pony tail holders (hair sticking out in all directions), soaking wet...and loving every minute of her wild freedom while the grown ups worked! So in love with my free spirited wild daughter!

My mother survived her first full out public temper tantrum from a grandchild. YOu would think after four previous grandchildren she would be prepared for it but I think nothing can prepare you for sister girl...I bravely (well ignorantly) agreed to shop at Tuesday Mornings with my mother today b/c we were all going a little crazy in the house. It didn't take 5 minutes before our young companion, determined to roam free in the store, voiced her opposition to holding an adult hand, being carried, or for goodness sakes riding in a cart. I went into the survival mode and don't remember much of what was going on around me other than the echoing screeches of sister girl's vocal chords richocheting in my eardrums and the legs and arms just flying around me. I used my latest accomplishment (boot camp arm muscles) to strong arm that same free spirited wild daughter that I forementioned being in love with and high tailed it out of the store...through the parking lot...and quickly onto the main street only looking up once to see if a police officer had been summoned.
My mother's only words once she was able to take a breath (after she walked sheepishly ten steps behind me out of the store) was "I have never seen a child throw a fit like that." I quietly glared in the rear view mirror at sister girl as she (I swear) proudly cut her eyes at me. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH HER!!!!
(I tell you what I'm going to do...never go back to Tuesday Mornings again!) =)