Girls Week In

The ladies have decided to test me. They've found all of my buttons, and are successfully pushing them simultaneously!Still, Molly has found her belly button and enjoys showing it to anyone who asks her where it is, and will even occasionally include a "Choo Choo" to go with it. She also shushes me while pressing her nose. It makes up for the pure evilness that has reared it's ugly face this week.
She wound up and hit Caroline in the face the other day when Caroline was fairly defending her fort (literally her fort made from the parachute). When the argument continued, Molly yanked on Caroline's hair. Poor Caroline was just in shock and didn't respond thankfully. I got to step in and give Molly her first time out. I put her in her crib while I changed the laundry and when I went to save her, I got the biggest "I'm so sorry Mom, I'll never do that again, I promise!" hug. I made her hug Caroline and say she was sorry. She actually seemed to get it, although today, she pulled out a huge handful of Caroline's hair while we were driving home from Grandma Ruth's and Grandpa Erv's.
Caroline isn't entirely innocent. She refuses to listen to anything I say the first time I say (can you say Eric?) and thinks time outs are fun. I need to come up with a better method of discipline but I'm too tired right now. She was adorable in her class play today, she was the keeper of the picnic basket. When she extracted an item from the basket, the class sang about it. Then we had a lovely picnic with the rest of the class and their families on the playground.
That's about it. Eric is back tomorrow, so it should be a little easier, that and a Blue Moon will start the weekend well ;)

They're Driving me CRAZY!!!

I am so out of practice. Eric is gone this week, leaving me with the two angels and a moody dog. They of course wait for him to leave to town to turn into complete shits.
Molly, who is usually the best sleeper. I can put her in her crib and she'll roll over, stick her tush in the air, and she's out. Not this week! Oh no. For three nights running now, as soon as her body crosses the crib's threshold, she's screaming like someone is poking her with a hot iron. Then she thrashes around in the crib until she's completely sweaty and tangled in the blankets and 'friends' she's collected in there.
Caroline has decided this is a good time to forget about potty training, let's just go when the need arises. Like yesterday in the car on the way home from school. She screams "I have to go Potty!!" two blocks from her school, so I tell her to hang on, we'll hurry home, let's think about other things. "No mommy. I want to think about going potty." Then we get stopped by a train. Of course. Her little bladder couldn't handle it and just let lose. Oh joy. Then she decided it was a good idea to color on the pantry door in the kitchen when we got home. Fortunately, it was with a yellow crayon and two of the lights are out, so I can pretty much ignore it.
Fun, fun, fun.