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Aubrey Said: I’m smart

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A few weeks ago Aubrey was sitting in my mother’s lap telling her about x-rays. Apparently she had learned all about them in school and had a lot to say on the matter. After she finished her spiel, she paused and allowed Shuggie to oooh and ahhh over her wisdom.

Shuggie: Wow, Aubrey! You know a lot about x-rays!
Aubrey: Yeah. I’m smart as H-E-L.

Shuggie told me, “I wanted to correct her spelling.”

Is it wrong that this doesn’t fill me with shame?

O.M.G.

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Sorry I’ve been MIA for the last week, I’ve been trapped in a Stephen King novel-type situation involving a stomach virus which is capable of completely eradicating the human race and turned my innards and those of my eldest, completely inside out.

We enjoyed a little R&R at the local hospital, where we were not able to stay in the same room but were both on the Pediatric Unit. Which was awesome because my room had an outer space theme complete with aliens and a moon man on the ceiling and all I wanted to be growing up was an astronaut. Aubrey got stuck in the circus room with the creepy clowns. She’s so brave, I would’ve been scared to stay in that room by myself. Not that she was alone, Shuggie or her Daddy were with her the whole time.

So let’s see, inpatient hospital stays for my family this year: 5.
Total dollars spent on healthcare: 1 bajillion.
Getting to fulfill my Space Camp dream of going to outer space: priceless.

Aubrey Plays Hooky

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Aubrey is home from school today with an upset stomach. After I realized her run to the bathroom was going to be more than a one time thing, I cut off her milk supply.

Aubrey: Can I have some more milk Momma?
Me: I don’t think so, it’ll make your tummy hurt worse.
Aubrey: Oh. So I can only have like… Sprite and… Popsicles?
Me: Yes.
Aubrey grinned from ear to ear, ducked her head so I wouldn’t see her smiling and said, “I sort of like being sick just a little bit Momma.”

Sadie Feels the Burn

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Since Sadie met Anderson this past weekend, she’s been desperate to get back into her 12mos clothes. I should probably tell her she’ll burn more calories if she puts down the milk, but who am I to judge?

Emma goes Little House

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Apparently Emma inhaled a little too much farm air this past weekend. I’m used to her channeling Punky Brewster, but this morning there was a definite Laura Ingalls vibe.

I let her dress herself for school everyday because:
1) I really don’t care.
2) It’s just easier.
3) She’ll have to wear uniforms next year anyway.

This morning she picked out what is technically a dress-up dress my mother got for the girls at a consignment shop, but in reality, it’s a dress some little girl was probably proud to rock out in 1987.

Emma requested two braids in her hair and I did the best I could, she doesn’t really have enough hair to braid yet…