If I sound like a broken record, it’s because I am. Week 3 and we are still sick. Bode is worse than ever and I had to drag him into the doctor again yesterday for fear of a bout of pneumonia. We were supposed to hit the rodeo at the Stock Show tonight and then go on a fun getaway in the mountains with several neighbors this weekend. Neither look likely. Haddie is the only one who has fully recovered so she has been running the show. And you can imagine the condition of a household where a 2-year-old hurricane is in charge.
Haddie’s big news is after 2.5 years, she has finally been released from prison. I think some people call it a crib. I know I vowed it wouldn’t happen until her 5th birthday but during a moment of weakness last weekend, we setup her “big-girl bed.” Because what better timing than when we’ve already been sleep deprived for a few weeks. Oh, and also so she can have full access to her new Thomas the Train set alllll night long.
Thus far she has actually been really good but I’m still waiting for her to sneak out and paint the town red. Oh wait. She already did that to the kitchen pantry in broad daylight. I’m still dreading what she can concoct by night.
To celebrate her transition, we threw her a “big-girl bed party” at none other than Chuck-E-Cheese’s. On a Saturday night. I’ve never been there on a weekend and will never willingly do it again due to the utter chaos and all those blasted [go figure] kids.
However, Hadley had the time of her life as Party Crasher Extraordinaire. While Chuck-E was performing for some birthday kids, she shoved her way in there and stole the show, solo dancing with him, hip checking, high-fiving…basically doing moves I didn’t know she had. She had Jamie and I in tears for her little performance and her utter idol worship and devotion for that over-sized mouse.
When he finally tried to escape the web she wove, this little black widow whined, “Chuckieeeeeeee, don’t leave. Chuckieeeeeeeee” and chased him off the stage. I fear we have a serious groupie in the making.
But I was also bursting with pride because she gets it from her mama. You should’ve seen me at those wild ‘n crazy Osmond Family concerts of my youth. Ahh, the stories I could tell….
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