I'm Punished

This past weekend was so beautiful, sunny and warm...perfect for a little Spring cleaning, BBQ hanging with the family. However it started off a bit stressful. Friday afternoon while waiting for Baylee to get out of school Lizzy, Mackie and I were sitting in the car. All was well in the world, at least for the moment. Then out of no where Mackie let out one of those blood curtailing screams that as a Mother you just know 'something' has happened. I jumped out of the front seat flew into the back and found Lizzy looking a little sheepish. Mackie was quick to stop when he saw me but he did seem out of sorts. I looked at Lizzy and said, 'what happened?' She refused to answer, turning away and starting to cry herself. ' What did you do I demanded?', finally she said, 'I'm too afraid to tell, you'll be mad at me'. Of course I'll be mad I was thinking in my head but instead I let her know that not telling me the truth would put her in a way worse position than if she told me NOW what happened. Meanwhile Mackie had started to giggle at the sight of his own hand so clearly it wasn't life threating but still, what did Lizzy do?? I gave her a warning let her know that we would not be going to the park with our friends after school as planned, if she did not tell me what happened. At this point I was so annoyed that she wasn't telling me it was driving me crazy. I was in the front seat by now, Baylee hopped in the truck and looked at me then said, 'bad day?' Lizzy was SCREAMING in the back kicking my seat saying 'I want to go' over and over. This as a result of me saying no park! When we got home I took her to her room and told her not to come out until I came to get her. After a breather for both of us she asked to go pee. While in the bathroom I asked her to please tell me what happened, explaining that I can't help Mackie if I don't know what happened, blaa blaa blaa... So since I was expecting her to say she clipped his seat belt, or took his toy I was a bit shocked to hear her say 'I bit him'. She was very sad, sobbing while telling me she bit his finger. Giving me a description with actions bitting her own finger. When I pushed to know if this was the first time she had bit him, no was her answer. It was extrememly hard not to show my shock but I think I handled it well. We discussed why not telling me is just like lying and why bitting is bad! Really I didn't think it needed a discussion. So I gave her two days punishment, no TV or Computer. One day for lying and one day for bitting. We still went to the park, it was nice out and since she couln't watch TV, we had to do something. But I must tell you she spent the entire weekend telling all her siblings, our company, her friends frankly anyone who would listen that she was being punished. For kinda lying and bitting Mackie. But she finished her story every time by saying - 'and I'll never do it again'. And we thought she was perfect!

Wisdom who has it?

Today I took Baylee to the dentist with me for our annual cleaning. Turns out I spent a small fortune on two simple cleanings when I should have just paid the money for laser whitening. At least that's how I see it. While there Baylee had an x-ray to see the status of her up coming wisdom teeth. To give the dentist a chance to see what the future holds - I know what it holds all my spending money!! And no shoes to show for it. So to prepare us for the future we paid for the x-ray to determine if her wisdom teeth will come in early and mess up her naturally straight teeth - there's no chance I want that to happen!! So on the hunt for her wisdom teeth they only found 1. Just 1. Not two on top none on bottom. Simply 1. So less of a chance for crowding later and less expense in having them removed! All big high fives from Mom. But I can't help wondering, did her other three wisdom teeth hold all her wisdom? And if so is it gone? Baylee can be completely dippy, forgetful, slow even. She does extremely well at school but common sense seems to be on a late delivery. I'm just hoping it wasn't with the wisdom teeth.

Pitty Titties

Baylee, my oldest daughter who is now 13 is often plagued by the story of when she was almost two and her Dad and I had her on a trip to the Canary Islands. There were scads of ladies suntanning topless around our hotel pool. Baylee used to use the word 'Titties' to mean 'Kitties'...since there were litters (literally) of stray cats running around our hotel it was priceless watching her run around the pool area screaming 'Mommy Mommy!!! Look at all the pitty *pretty* Titties!!' Good times.