Welcome to a typical week of my life. Is there a hidden camera somewhere? Boy, I sure hope not... that would be embarrassing!
Monday: Nice and cool in the morning. We went to the playground. I already blogged about this.
Tuesday: Ruthie was supposed to have her check-up echocardiogram in the morning. We woke up super-early, got George to a friend's house, and drove on over to the local children's hospital. She was great in the waiting room, but not so much while they were trying to get her vitals. In fact, she went so crazy that the nurse could not get her blood pressure. Since blood pressure is pretty important when checking out her heart, we couldn't just skip it. So she took her weight and length and tried again. Nope. Not happening. She screamed so much that the doctor came in and told us that they could not do the echocardiogram with her so worked up. So they scheduled an appointment for us next month where she will be sedated for her check-up. She said about 1 in 8 appointments end this way around the 1st birthday. She made it seem like it was common, but 1 in 8 doesn't sound that common to me.
We also went to the aquarium. I bought a Groupon a while back that was going to expire this week. I'm glad it was a Groupon because it only took about an hour to go through the whole place. Granted, George was running... and he's not interested in reading all the facts on the wall. He really liked it, but not "full-price"-worth.
Wednesday: I sliced my toe open on a Ritz cracker shard while rescuing Ruthie from whatever predicament she put herself into (I don't remember what she was doing, but I had to move her). At first I was like "that kind of hurt!" but then my toe felt wet... and I realized I was bleeding! It was a lot of blood. I can't remember the last time I had to use a band-aid! George was intrigued and watched me clean it and bandage it.
While getting ready to run errands, George started hitting Ruthie and I with a stuffed animal. I told him he couldn't do that and took it away. He went crazy. I put him on the "naughty stool," which sent him into a full psychotic rage. Like, crazy-pants style. I put him on the porch so that he couldn't hurt us/himself anymore and he pulled the screen door off its track. I put him in his room and he started throwing everything he could get his hands on. Oy. Why do the kids on "Super Nanny" sit so calmly on the "naughty stool??" Are they being sedated?
An hour later, when he calmed down and forgot all about his crazy episode, he informed me that he still wanted to run errands. So we ran errands. A nice man in front of us paid for our dinner at the drive-thru. The teenage girl working the window said (in a confused tone), "The man in front of you paid for your meal? He said... 'God loves you. Have a good day?'" It was so nice of him! I wish he had told me that before I ordered ;) But it really was a nice thing to do and we all know I needed it after the tantrum I just survived!
Thursday: Woke up at 7:30. Steve asked me what I had going on that day. I said, "I have to take Ruthie to the pedi for more blood work. SHOOT! AT 8!" We looked a little like a scene from "Home Alone." So I took Ruthie to the pediatrician for some follow-up blood work. It was all clear, thank goodness. Then we went to the bank, post office, and Hobby Lobby. Hey... if I am going to do one errand, I might as well do all of the errands I have been putting off for weeks, right?? The kids cooperated. After lunch and naps, we went to Target to get a few things. George pooped and continued to tell everyone in the check-out line while begging me to change his diaper. He couldn't wait. I was literally sliding my debit card while he needed his diaper changed RIGHT THIS SECOND. Of course, I didn't have wipes in my diaper bag. Who has those?? My diaper bag is full of things I never touch, but often lacks things like wipes and ironically, diapers.
Thursday was also the 5th anniversary of our first date! September is a special month for us. Two birthdays and the anniversaries of us meeting and dating! Anyway, Steve worked late which lead to me staying up way too late. Sometimes, late at night, I forget just how early these little children wake up. And they always want stuff when they wake up. Breakfast?? New diaper?? You're getting really selfish, small children! Can't you just leave me alone and watch cartoons??? Just kidding... but I really need to go to bed earlier.
Friday: The weather was beautiful this morning, so we went to the playground. We stayed there for over an hour! This playground is covered by huge trees and the breeze was so nice. Somehow, by the time we got back to the car, George was sweating like a beast! He did some intense running. Ruthie loved the swings and then got a full hour of her favorite thing in the world: cuddling close to Mommy in the baby carrier. After, we went to Costco to return some things and we got lunch. On the way home, a gallon of milk tipped on the passenger-side floor. My mat was soaked with milk. George was crying, Ruthie was asleep, Mommy was almost in tears. We came in and I fed Ruthie and then a magical thing happened: they both napped at the same time!! So I took a nap, too! When George woke up, all he wanted was milk and to sit on the couch and watch a movie on my phone. Wonderful! I got to sleep until Ruthie woke up.
We went to visiting teach my friend Sarah, which always turns into a full afternoon! It is so fun to hang out with her while the kids play! George touched the bug zapper in their back yard. That was when it all went down-hill pretty quickly. Got home and put the kids to bed (not as quickly as this sounds).
I am tired. Thank goodness it is supposed to storm, so we might have Daddy home all day tomorrow! Also, the Relief Society broadcast is tomorrow night. Our stake is having a dinner/service project before the broadcast. I haven't been able to go to one of these stake activities in a long time (I usually watch from home after G is in bed), so I am excited!
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