This weekend our children each had the flu for the second time this season. Interestingly, it seemed to follow the same sequence as it did the first time around. Thankfully, Chris was here this time to lend a hand vs. going it alone as I did last time. Mya's sickness began on Friday night into Saturday and Claire woke up Sunday morning with the yucky tummy. It has been a pretty low key weekend. Claire and I are home hanging out today, which brings me to this post. Our girls are great kiddos. They are pretty good listeners, kind to others, creative, and pretty smart; however, they rarely play independently. They LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to play games, read books, and snuggle WITH US! Their desire for us to direct their lives every minute of every day is both a blessing and a curse. Take my last stay home day with Claire. It was filled with activity after activity of "homework." No lie. She is an eager learner, but part of me thinks she didn't know what else to do with herself. As a result, Chris and I have been working to teach them to play independently, simply so we have a chance to relax too. I have seen little bits of progress along the way. Here is my latest evidence. Look at the fun you can have with tape, a baggie, scissors and a highlighter! This lasted for 30 minutes or so. Yippee!
You wanted it, you asked for it, so here it is. A post. Hopefully this post will satisfy all your desires. I am not writing about the apple of my eye, Claire, but of the other apple of my eye--reality tv. I love it! Right now I am getting my fill of Big Brother. I have even lured Chris into my dark place. He mostly watched last season because Dick was such a jerk, but Chris is hooked. He's a dedicated viewer once again this season. Sadly, he was a fan of Matty who was kicked off a few weeks ago. I don't think I have a favorite. I find them all to be so obnoxious, yet I watch. Go figure. I obviously need some more excitement in my life. Girls who wear butt showing shorts, screaming matches, verbal abuse, crazy eyes, back stabbing, boys running around in their colored tighty whiteys (if tighty whiteys are colored, are they still called tighty whiteys?)---all in one episode! It is a gold mine. My second can't miss show is Housewives of Orange County or New York City. I really ...
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Love ya, Jessica