Now that somebody is old enough to remember last XMAS we spend a lot of time talking about when Santa Claus is coming. We just put up our tree and it took us two days to finish hanging the ornaments (even though the tree is much smaller than previous ones we have had!). I guess we are just busier this year. Now that Hazel is pulling herself up and crawling I have to be careful not to keep anything breakable lying around and that means no fragile ornaments. So far we have only broken one!
I had the girls write letters to Santa the other day. Zelda just wants to be surprised on XMAS and Portia didn't ask for anything so we will see what they get.
Recently life has been a little challenging. Nothing crazy, just sleepless nights and sister fights. The weather is a little colder which means there are more arguments about coats and appropriate shoes for school. Hazel is moving around really fast and every day I am kicking myself for not having put up the baby gates yesterday. With all of the busyness there are many things I forget to do and sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and realize I never made it out of Portia's bunk bed. These are a few of the crazy mistakes I have been making lately...
In Hawaii Portia, Zelda (and sometimes Hazel shared a bed). Hazel was teething terribly and I was always giving her the plastic giraffe teething toy called Sophie that she loves to chew on. In the middle of the night if she was fussy I would reach for it and give it to her to chomp on and (maybe) get a little more sleep. One night while reaching for it and grabbing what I thought was Sophie, I heard a little scream. I opened my eyes and realized I had given Hazel Portia's finger to chew on.
Yesterday afternoon Portia started to do that little dance which means I need to go potty. I told her to run to the bathroom right away. She did but told me she needed help because she was wearing a diaper. I ran up to remove the diaper and only then noticed I had put it on over the pair of undies she has been wearing that morning which were now very dirty.
The other night I came home after everyone was asleep. Peter had left the kitchen door open for me which I could access through the garage. I didn't know this so I tried the front door, the back door and quietly knocking. I tried calling his phone (which I then realized I had, oops) and looking for our spare key outside, which we don't have. What I didn't think to do was open the garage and go through the kitchen. Instead I reached into my pocket and pulled out about ten of those plastic pouch tops and I began to throw them at Peter's window in hopes we would hear. Only about 6 actually hit the glass and where they landed I have no idea. I finally just rang the bell until Peter came downstairs and immediately told me I could have come in through the garage. Next time I hope I remember that.
