Natalie And Lauren Will Not Be Successful Exterminators

When we came home this evening we discovered our first real bug infestation of the spring. I would like to be able to tell you exactly what they were (but I have no clue). They were long with giant clear wings and a bunch of legs. They were hanging out around the inside garage door and the dining room window. Anyway, my approach is to vaccuum them up and then clean and use bug spray like a fool. The girls had another idea...

They got every pair of shoes out that they own and laid them on top of the bugs.

I tried to explain to them that the shoes needed to be on their feet so they could stomp on the bugs. They didn't get it. HAHA

Here is a random picture of Lauren.

Here is Natalie after she decided to rub her face on the sidewalk chalk.

We Survived The Dentist

Today the girls had a 6 month check up at the dentist. After we dropped Natalie off at preschool, I realized that Lauren was running a low grade fever and was unbearably grouchy (and that's saying something because grouchy is the norm for her. HAHA) Anyway, I tried to reschedule but wasn't able to. So we went....

Lauren wouldn't let me look at her in the car.

Natalie was actually excited about getting her teeth cleaned.

Thumbs up.

Lauren was not looking forward to this, but she wouldn't let me sit in the chair with her like the first time at the dentist. She said "Go away mom. Sit over there."

She passed out halfway through the cleaning! If that's what a trip to the dentist does to her, I'll take her everyday.

Lauren was pretty happy when she woke up.

I am elated (although I know you all are very upset) that there were no fits thrown, dental hygenists bitten or any patients scared away. Maybe next time. BAHAHAHAHA

Meet Purple Blankie

If you have kids, then you know. You know how it is when they get attached to something. It almost becomes literally part of them. They throw such a fit when it's not around that you make sure it's in the bag EVERYTIME you go somewhere (no matter how short the trip) and you have to either jump through hoops or be very very sneaky just to be able to clean it.

Lauren has this attachment disorder. It's to "Purple Blankie".

I know what you're thinking. No it's not purple, nor has it ever been purple. Most people have sentimental stories about where their child's favorite blanket came from. I have no clue. It showed up about a year ago (she could have stolen it from another kid somewhere, I really wouldn't be surprised). She loves this blanket. It has been left at restaurants, ran over by a car, dipped in the toilet, almost eaten by a goat (yes, a goat), been buried in the sandbox, been thrown at a duck (in a lake), held out the car window all the way down the highway as I was yelling "DON'T YOU DROP THAT! I WON'T TURN AROUND!". She refuses to sleep if she doesn't have "purple blankie" so I have to be extra sneaky and usually stay up late if I want to attempt to lessen the permanent dirty feet/ corn chips smell out of it. As a mother I have just had to accept the fact that something this loved can be washed and bleached and febreezed every day, but it will always smell and look raggedy.