I'm more than pleased to announce that my little one slept through the ENTIRE night last night, without one bad dream! Woo hoo! She did tell me this morning that she got up to go potty, but she always goes right back to bed whenever she does, so that was okay. Just so long as she didn't come wailing into my room like her pants are on fire, and we both could get some much needed sleep, all was well.
My oldest daughter got some special, one-on-one time yesterday with my mother. She was gussied up and taken to my niece's house, to help celebrate her second-cousin's 11th birthday. Of course, I had to dip into the Christmas "stash" I have for the kids (I know, I know....stop the moaning and groaning.... yes, I HAVE started my Christmas shopping already!), to put together a quickie gift for my daughter to bring with her, but I managed just fine. I gave her a High School Musical journal, a cute little watch with changeable "covers", a case containing two small bottles of brightly colored and sparkly nail polish, and a thing of peppermint lip gloss. My daughter said she loved her present..... and that she was the only one who received a hug from her second cousin!
My daughter also came home with a nice sized blister on the bottom of her foot. Apparently, she "forgot" to put her shoes back on when she was done playing on their trampoline, and tried to stop herself from going down the incline of their driveway while riding on a scooter....by putting her bare foot on the wheel of the stupid thing! She said she didn't realize that the wheel got hot when it was moving (probably from the heat of the pavement), so she burned her foot. She was limping around here last night, until I got the chance to clean her foot up a bit and put a Band-Aid on it. This morning she said it feels much better.
It's cloudy, dark, and raining here today, which means no outdoor activities today. My oldest daughter's room is in need of a good cleaning today (I swear that child can't function properly unless her room is a bloody mess!), so she's been sent upstairs to attempt to take care of it. My littlest little is sacked out on one of our living room chairs, watching "Spongebob", and my son is still snoozing (what a life that boy has, I tell ya!).
So...for now... all's quiet on the Western front. Is it too much to ask that it stays this way? Probably.