Twiggy

So, I was getting the daughter dressed this morning when I noticed that she was wearing a bracelet.  One of those "Live Strong" -type gel bracelets, except this one said "Courage".  The thing was - she was wearing the bracelet around the middle of her THIGH.  And it wasn't even tight.  Which made me realize that the bulkiest part of her THIGH is smaller than my wrist. 

Good grief, child.  Seriously????

Un-squeamish

I was happily mowing the lawn this afternoon when I saw my darlin' daughter, dressed in an all-pink princess ballerina tutu, a feminine pink bow in her stick-straight pig-tails run up to me, smiling from ear to ear.  Oh, bless the X-chromosome!  Something frilly and sweet in our testosterone laden household.   Yeah for girls!! 

 Reagan had something in her hand that she obviously wanted to show me, so I stopped the lawn mower to check it out.

It was a bird.

Reagan: "Mom!  Look!  A birdy!"

At first, I thought it was a toy bird, but upon closer inspection I could see that it wasn't. 

Reagan: "It's DEAD, Mom!"  And then she handed it to me.

EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!

After internally retching for a few seconds, I grabbed her and screechingly explained how we don't pick up dead things, as they are disgusting, and germ-filled, and.... EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.  BLECH.  ICK ICK ICK.

Then I decontaminated her with Germ-X and every anti-bacterial soap I could find.

And she just looked at me like I was insane.  Because it's "just a dead bird, Mom."  Big whoop.

UGH.  GROSS.  EWWW.  Ick.  Disgusting.

Now I have to go outside and figure out how I'm going to get the dead bird off the lawn mower so I can finish mowing.  I certainly am not touching that thing.

Blood Loss

Reagan got her first ever bloody nose tonight, and it was a GUSHER.  She was outside with Daddy, and he brought her inside in a panic.

"I don't know what's wrong with her!  She's just covered in blood!"

Little miss wasn't crying - just drenched in blood - from the nose down.  AHA.  The culprit. 
I washed her up, and pinched her nose for a good 10 minutes before it would stop.  Afterwards, she was concerned.

Reagan: "MOM!  Reagan's blood all gone!  Reagan no grow bigger!"

Mom: "No, Reagan, you still have blood left.  And you'll make more."

Reagan: "No, all gone!  Blood all gone!  Reagan no grow BIGGER!"

She took a good deal of convincing that she was allright, and that the most important thing in her life (growing bigger) was still on the table.

((smile))

Myth Buster

I'm not crazy.  Honestly - I'm not.  I'm pretty sure I'm not, at least.  But I've been noticing something lately about myself.  I sparkle.  Not "glistening with sweat in the sunshine" sparkle.  Legitimate, "it won't rub off, but there it is" sparkle.  At first, I thought there must be sparkles in my Suave Aloe Vera body lotion, but... nope.  There's not.  And then I noticed yesterday that REAGAN sparkles, too, and I don't use that lotion on her, anyway.  I could not figure it out!  Quinn and Colby sparkle a little, but not nearly as much as Reagan and I.  I did thorough skin checks to make sure.

 I was racking my brain as to the cause of this phenomenon, and really couldn't come up with anything.    Reagan suggested that our sparkles came from her gold sparkly shoes, but I don't recall rubbing her little size 8's against all of our skin.  Quinn and Colby were equally stumped.

I made the mistake of mentioning this outloud in the presence of my husband.  It went something like this:
"We all sparkle, Rob.   It's not lotion, and it's not sweat.    I think maybe the kids and I are magical."  You know.   Like the Cullens in Twilight - without the blood-lust. 

"Yes, I sparkle.  Everyone sparkles."  No they don't.  Not like this.  I certainly know that I don't typically sparkle like this.

He did his snort, eye-roll, "I can't believe I have to explain this to you, dummy" look. 

"It's SALT.  From dried sweat.  Salt is a crystal and glistens in the sun."

OH.  Well then.  Okay.

I'd really prefer to believe that I'm just magical, though.