A Hard Day...

I had such a bad day today and I really won't go into it right now. Appointment at the Orthopedic Surgeon to discuss possibly casting Tori's legs again. Then another appointment with the Occupational Therapist this afternoon. Lots of comments today from random people about Tori..."oh she's so LITTLE!", "look, she's so TINY...and bow-legged" (which she's not, thank you very much), "oh my goodness look at that TINY little girl", "she's TWO years old? She's smaller than my son and he's just turned one!". Nothing terrible, just annoying. Some days I don't care and some days it just really gets under my skin. Just feeling whipped today.

Well, every night when we put Maggie to bed we do our "highs and lows" for the day, and then we pray and tell God one person we're thankful for. I shared that my low was going to the doctor with Tori this morning because I just didn't want go. When it was time to pray, Maggie said, "Dear God, I am thankful today for Mommy. She took Tori to her OT (occupational therapist)appointment. She does so much to take care of us."

Seriously, I am crying just typing that. Thank you Lord for Your words to me through my sweet little girl.

I am in Columbia for a few days visiting my family and am so happy to be here! Today we just played with cousins all day - except for Emmaline who is really too little to play yet, but I know she'll be joining in soon. It's really fun and crazy having six kids six and under all in the same place. They have a total blast and we, the parents and grands, have a blast watching them. We also are exhausted. Today I put all six kids in my Honda minivan, buckled in the ones that would crawl out, and turned on Cinderella for them all to watch while Jeannie and I loaded the cars to get ready to leave. It was blazing hot outside so I had the AC pumping. The Odyssey was getting a workout, I must admit. Dangit, though, if there weren't three new warning lights lit up on the dash when we drove off. My first thought was that one of the kids had gotten up there and pushed some buttons but Maggie, my little Sherlock Holmes, told me that no one had been in the front.

Soooo...long story longer...I have to go to the dealership and pay out the wazoo to have them figure out the lights. Ugh.

My little superstar...

So yesterday was the end of the year gala extravaganza deal at Maggie's school. Basically it consisted of 6 kindergarten classes running from room to room (in orderly fashion, of course) to play carnival-ish games while eating hot dogs and cupcakes. Then at the end of the day her little class sang a song for us and her teacher handed out awards. Maggie's class voted about a month ago on which award should be given to which student, like so and so is the friendliest or most likely to be president. Well, Maggie's classmates must know her well because her award was...

Most Likely to Become a Superstar!

Hilarious. My little Hannah Montana. It was cute.

Here are some pics of HM and her dad at the Daddy Daughter Dance (or the "DDD" as she calls it).





By the way, yesterday when I was sending her off to school she asked me, "Mom are you going to be wearing THAT to school?". Ummm, yes, you little fashionista. I asked her what was wrong with it and if it was ok for me to wear and she said, "Yeah, sure!". I'm thinking she was wanting to know what I was wearing so she could look out for me when I got there. I don't know. Maybe she just thought I looked like crap. I'm hoping it's the former.

Oh yes it's Maggie night and the feelin's right...

Oh what a night.

Last Wednesday was the Liberty Pines Dance recital so we went to see Maggie perform her acrobatics routine with her class. And by "we" I mean me, Ian, Zoe, Tori, Sandy, Melyssa Eilers and her four boys, Beth Hammond and her two girls, and Marty Kondal and her three kids. We took up half of the seats in the cafegymnatoriumarama.

There were only three dances, which is the PERFECT lenght for a recital, if you ask me. And I even LOVE those things, but there's only so many times you can watch and smile at little kids dancing that aren't your own little kids. Now if there were a Maggie show that lasted longer than three dances, I'd be all about it. I'm just sayin, everyone really just wants to see their kid and you can really never get enough. I mean, could you get enough of this cuteness?....








I'll post more later, but check back soon because I have cutie pics from the Daddy Daughter Dance that was this past weekend...you know, before the tummy illness hit. BTW, Ian's been home from work for three days and had to cancel a business trip because of the schloobs (that's Sloan for "tummy problems").

Just in case you were asking yourself...

"I wonder if Buffy spent a total of three hours at the pediatrician's office today because Zoe is still sick and Tori and Maggie needed well check-ups?"

The answer is yes.

And if you're asking yourself that then you need something more fun to think about.

p.s. thank you Sandy for "entertaining" one while I had the other in the office. I know how you just love to hear children screaming. Fun fun!!!

Just in case you were asking yourself...

"I wonder if Buffy has had to clean up poop and vomit on her hardwoods today?"

The answer is a resounding YES.

Well, actually my friends Melyssa and Marty cleaned up the puke - I had the pleasure of poop duty earlier this morning.

Awesome.

I'm way too into the Gosselins

It's almost 11:00 at night and I am currently trying to rid my mind of Jon and Kate marriage troubles. As if I don't have enough going on in my own little world to worry over, now I am taking on the marital strife of two people I have never met but feel like I know pretty well. I don't want to write too much about this because, well, it's embarrassing that I care so much. I do have to say, though, that after watching the season premiere tonight and just seeing the pain and hurt in their voices it was just about all I could take. They are so sad. Ugh. I feel like I got kicked in the gut.

What has my world come to that I am troubled by things that happen to the Nick and Jessicas and Jon and Kates of the world? I think I need to step away from the People magazine.