Wordless Wednesday

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"SHHHHHH!!!! OR YOU'LL WAKE THE BABY!!!"

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the three of them about the age that Lilly and Mahone gave up naps.

Scarlet- about 7 months here.

Lilly- Age 3

Mahone, Age 2.

Lilly and Mahone both stopped having naps the summer before last. Lilly was 3 1/2 and Mahone was 2. Lilly would have continued them, but Mahone wouldn't stand for one, and Lilly declared it "unfair" to make her nap without him. Scarlet, being only 5-6 months or so continued to have them.

Now-a-days, she's still sleeping at mid day. The exact times vary, but generally her nap lasts from around 12:00pm to 4:00 pm.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Scarlet has her nap at my mother's house while Lilly and Mahone attend a preschool taught by my mom. She LOVES this, and loves her bed there, which, she thinks, is just for her. It makes her feel special. I love these days too because 1. I get to nap, blog or otherwise goof off online for 3 whole hours while my children are all occupied. 2. There is no one for me to have to continually "SHUSH!" while she sleeps!

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The other day, Lilly and Mahone were watching their regular afternoon cartoons. I was messing around on Blog Frog, and my son dropped a toy. It made a noise, but not a really loud one. As my Scarlet was napping, and this is well known in our house as quiet time, I went to whisper a sharp and probably mean sounding "SHHHHH!" - but my son beat me to it. Without looking up, he yanked up his hot wheels car and said quickly "SHHH!"

So I had to stop and think. And laugh, of course.

"Shhh" is a reflex in our house. Just like "I love you", or "knock it off", or "I don't THINK so" or "don't hit your sister".

It doesn't really matter where we are. It can be church, the store, the park, my back yard, the car- whenever one of my children raises their voice, I find myself whispering "shhh." (Not always so harsh as it is during Scarlet's nap.) Usually, my kids don't even really notice that I say it. Still, I have to remind myself that they're kids, and shouldn't always have to be quiet.

As for now, though, until I have a house full of kids who DON'T need naps, I'm fine with "SHHHH!" being sort of an extra appendage. It's like a proverbial arm i can use to reach out and smack my noisy kid upside the head without causing either physical, or emotional damage- well, at least that one is minimal.

Feel good friday

One more time, I want to ask all my wonderful, loyal readers to please check out http://www.spoonsforscarlet.etsy.com/ and to grab my Spoons For Scarlet button so that we can spread the word and raise money for Scarlet's tree for the Festival of Trees, which brings in THOUSANDS of doallars, 100% of which proceeds go directly to Primary Children's Hospital in order to support, protect, and create more miraculous success stories, like Scarlets! Thank you!

Things that are making me feel good today:

1. Tomorrow is a weekend, and Brandon actually has it off.

2. Chocolate. Specifically Cadburry Creme Eggs.

3. Tax return came...and went. Straight to the credit cards.

4. The Princess and the Frog is out on DVD now- we're renting it for our weekly 'special night' tonight!!!

5. I'm still reveling in the leftover memories and movies of the St. Patricks day festivities. Namely, kilts.

Sorry. No letters today. My life has been sucky lately. I'm a little discouraged. I'll be okay. But for now, this is all I've got.

Thursday Writer's Prompt

Before I get right into things, I have a few reminders:

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3. Speaking of the book club, we're reading The Witch Of Blackbird Pond this month, and I promise you'll love it! It's not too late to join in!

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So, as an avid writer with pretty clear cut memories who thinks in complete sentences, when I look at Mama Kat's list of prompts each Wednesday, I usually know exactly what I want to write about. This time, though, it was harder to decide. I'm going to have to make comments about more than one today.

1. If you had to relive a day in your life, what day would it be?

Assuming this day would be a day that I could change, I'd go back to September 21, 2009 and move the television off of the dresser, as I had intended to that very morning. Then my little Scarlet would never have been in that situation.

As far as reliving a certain DAY without being able to change it? Well, that's really hard, because I don't really remember a specific day that was the best day of my life. I remember some really spectacular summers, some excellent trips and some stellar school years. I remember classes that I was consistently excited to go to throughout the entire school year. I remember some wonderful intimate moments that happened at the end of some really rotten days, and days that started out the best ever, but ended in tears. I just don't think that I can narrow my life down that way.

Here's a question though- does it make me a bad wife that my wedding day was not the greatest day of my life? Honestly, I don't remember much of it. It was a haze. I was stressed out, I was nervous. I didn't really like my dress, I really hated my botched hair cut, my new husband's old car ran out of gas and wanted me to help him push it 5 blocks to the gas station- IN MY WEDDING DRESS. My photographer was kind of a flop, and they were short on corsages for my party. My reception was positively lovely, and that made up for a lot. But really, the whole day was just a nightmare.

2. When do you first imagine yourself wishing you were older or bigger?

Well, honestly, I thoroughly enjoyed my youth. I was born in July and that meant that when I went to school, I was the youngest in my class for most cases. I was also the smallest. Really, I'm pretty much STILL the smallest, standing a whole 5 feet 3 inches tall (beats the crap out of my mom who's 4'11") and I weigh about 112. Still, I reveled in my youth, and was proud of being petite. I actually cried when i turned 25 and I've cried every year since. I'm 27 now. I feel like an old fogey. Really, though, I was boy crazy, which brings to mind the ever classic song "Wouldn't it be Nice" by the Beach Boys, I never really wanted time to just 'hurry up'. I DO, however, remember two incidents where I wished I were older or bigger.

The first time, I was in second grade, and i had brought my little friend, Patty, home for a play date. We were playing dress up, and she already had budding breasts. I was only 7. She was 9 (as I was on the younger end of the second grade spectrum, she was on the older end.) I stuffed toilet paper into my dress and made myself some 'girls'. Little did i know the irritation they'd be when I suddenly grew them 7 years later.

The second time, I was lying in bed at 9:00 pm- very abnormal for me- on prom night when I was a sophomore in High School. Being young, I was only 15 until late summer that year, and on top of that, being Mormon, I was unable to date until I turned 16 years old, so even if I had been asked (which I wasn't) I couldn't have gone. I am a still a little bitter about that whole incident.

I was going to write about my routine as well, but it's late, my husband's wearing a kilt, and we're watching Far and Away (one of our many traditional St. Patrick's Day movies.) So, I have some makin' out to do.

Night, folks!