A Peaceful Home

No post yesterday. I was wiped out from the 5:15 AM wakeup for the Cherry Blossom race. But, it was worth it – great race! I am sad that it is over.

We had a fun weekend. Yesterday, after Sunday School, the girls went over to their friend Lolly's house for a few hours. Then we went to a BBQ at Chris and Laurie's house to celebrate her new job. There were lots of kids there to play with, and we actually were able to have real conversations with our friends. Miracle!

What's not so fun are mornings around here, lately. I can't remember a day when there weren't tears shed by either or both girl. Usually it revolves around: not liking hair/outfit; Mommy not interpreting hairstyle requests appropriately; Mommy getting mad because no one is getting dressed/eating breakfast/putting on shoes; M or A wanting to wear what the other one is wearing; M or A getting mad at each other. Fun.

Ah, the irony – at Sunday School yesterday, the girls' teacher asked them to write on a popsicle stick some ideas about "what makes a peaceful home" (click to enlarge):

Popsiclesticks
(Right now I am listening to the girls yell at each other upstairs.)

This morning, we found an inchworm on M's homework. (As an aside – finishing homework + before school = very bad idea that will not be repeated.) I told A to put the inchworm outside. Then I promptly forgot about him. When I got home from work, A was looking at an inchworm in a container in the kitchen. Turns out she never put him outside. So now he's in the container with some leaves and a woodchip (we looked up what an inchworm eats), and we've named him Inchy.

Here is the note that M wrote last weekend when she learned that we had no one to take care of them this past Saturday night (click to enlarge):

Weneedasitter 

And how cute is this? I left a note for M last Thursday when I went to NY, and she annotated it with answers and comments (click to enlarge):

Notefromme

Tomorrow the girls are going on a fun field trip to a museum where they will see part of the Underground Railroad and learn about how kids lived in colonial times.

1 comment

a says:

It’s not easy to raise twins. It’s difficult enough to raise children one at a time. Mommy, I admire you so much for your patience, love, and endurance. Not many can do what you do, and you do it so well. I’m so proud of you.
Love,
Aunt Ann

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