It's been raining here for the better part of six weeks. I was completely unaware that in moving to the Artic Tundra, we might as well be moving to Seattle, Washington.
Thanks to all the rain, Kyra has become atrocious. Most days leave Jer and myself shaking our heads with the thought of "where did our perfect child go?" And then we remember, oh ya, it's raining and she, too, has cabin fever. So we breathe deeply, count to ten over and over again and try to understand that what she needs is something to do, something to keep her mind occupied. We try to focus REALLY hard on not chucking her skinny ass out of her 15 foot high window into the cold rain outside.
And Lydia. Whoo, boy! This teething thing is something fierce with her. Kyra was never like this. She'd pop a tooth in over night that you'd never know was there. But Lydia? I think she might have a pack of wild hyenas gnawing at her chubby thighs for all the screaming and crying she does. I've taken to frequently wearing her around the house in my Beco carrier again. (Have I told you guys lately how much I LOVE that thing? Because I do. I love it a lot.) Some days it's the only way to save my sanity while trying not to off both of my beautiful children.
We're muddling through this, though. With Kyra we've managed to find a TON of school related things, from flash cards to work books and maps, in Target's dollar bin. She is thrilled to have them. The whole way home she was rummaging through a box of insect flash cards, quizzing Jer and myself on each bug in the pictures. These new things should last her, oh, about a week of playing by herself.
You all were right about the teething tablets for Lydie Kate. We've been alternately shoving those into her fat cheeks and dosing her up with Tylenol, too. One or the other works okay for a while, but alternating them both seems to be our best bet. When one wears off, oh!, she won't hesitate to let you know.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, I don't have a lot to say. Unless you want to hear me bitch about my WONDERFUL children being absolutely HORRID thanks to an ass load of rain and a couple of teeth.
Funny, those curve balls life throws your way.
Can you all think of something you'd rather hear me talk about? At this moment, I've got nothing.