Tidbits

From Ireland: "My belly's not interested in food, it's only interested in chocolate milk."

Brent and I were trying to make phone calls regarding our house hunt while Liesel and Ireland were begging for some ice cream. I tried to explain to them that we needed to have it quiet while we talked and besides, would they rather have a house so the family could be together or ice cream? Liesel sadly admitted she wanted a house. Ireland perkily told me she wanted the ice cream. As I gave Brent a look that said, "What are we going to do with this girl?" Ireland remained determined and repeated she wanted the ice cream... in case I didn't catch it the first time.

Brigitta got into my makeup:

And the Butt Paste:

And chipped her tooth (best pic I could take since she was screaming and crying):

Of course that happened within a month of her dental check-up:

I've repeatedly (and I mean repeatedly) told the girls not to bother me when I'm on the phone. Ignoring this completely, Ireland came bounding up to me to ask about something when I was deep in conversation with my sister. I lost it and said, "#1- Don't EVER interrupt me when I'm on the phone! It makes me want to beat you to death with my shoe!!!" Ireland considered that for a second and not even a bit intimidated said, "And #2?"

I was folding laundry when I picked up a sweater of Sydney's that happened to match the swimsuit Liesel was wearing. Jokingly, I told her to put it on and without a thought, Liesel slipped it on and zipped it up. That Liesel of mine is one tiny girl!

The time came for me to get my Hep A booster (I'd had the first shot before our trip abroad). I purposely brought Liesel and Ireland so I could show them that even though I hate needles, I could get a shot without being difficult to the nurse or crying. When it was time, the girls were much more fascinated in watching the nurse stab me, than in seeing how brave I was. The Hep A shot is one that actually hurts more afterwards and between the pain and my two girls grotesquely wanting to witness the blood and gore part, it all made me... want to cry.

A pretty good braid:

We found out Liesel will be taking the bus to school this year. I'm ecstatic about this little development and I excitedly told her, "Did you know I took the bus when I was a little girl?" She pragmatically responded, "No, because I wasn't there."

In the midst of moving madness, I was called to jury duty. This is my third time and I've never actually had to serve so I gambled rather than following the instructions on what to do if you cannot actually serve. I should have factored Cook county's high crime rate in my thinking, because I was actually called to serve. I had to file for an extension... whoops.

This is how Liesel falls asleep every night:

Love my little book worm!