30 fingers&toes

"Are they triplets?" "No, I found the other one in the parking lot and thought, 'why not?'"

Move over Superman there’s a new hero in town!

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Tonight as we were getting ready for bed this is a conversation I overheard between Madeline and Isabelle.

Madeline: It’s so daaaaaaaark!
Isabelle: Oh, here ya go! (turns on light)
Madeline: But I can’t reach the potty!!! I have to peeeeeee!
Isabelle: Oh! Here, let me! There. (puts potty seat on toilet)
Madeline: Thanks Superhero!!!
Isabelle: *giggles* I’m not a Superhero *giggles* Oh Maddy!

I think I have the cutest kids possible. At least in that moment anyways. Then it went right back to the usual night time disagreements before settling down to watch a bit of Cars 2 before bed.

It’s 9:20pm and someone is still upstairs wandering around her room and the hallway. She’s already come downstairs once and asked my why I wasn’t in bed too. A valid question, however this is my little period of free time. I certainly plan on going to bed earlier than usual. I’m beat. I am certainly feeling better finally. And also finally getting more sleep. I never really got the chance to update that I finally broke down and went to a clinic, turned out I had Bronchitis. I was put on anitbiotics and given two inhalers also. All of this did the trick and I am happy to report that 3 weeks later almost 4, I am finally doing better! Luckily the kids only had runny noses and a bit of lost sleep. I couldn’t imagine what it would have been like if the kids had gotten bronchitis. In fact I don’t even want to think about it. Moving on.

The kids are still muching away on Halloween candy. I’m going to have to step up raiding the bags so that it just goes away that much faster. The kids don’t or haven’t noticed anything missing yet.

I had planned on making a longer post, however motherly duties call. Isabelle has been wandering around upstairs and is now crying ever so loudly. So I’m off to help her fall asleep. Away I go!

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Author: 30fingersandtoes

Parenting and adulting is hard. There is no manual. No volume control. No self cleaning house and self refilling fridge. This is my story of navigating through the ups and downs of our crazy-wonderful life.

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