Couple more firsts in our house

Hannah had her first bad dream the other night. At 1:45am I heard her sobbing in her bedroom so I went to check on her. I found her by the door clutching her blankies and crying "No ladybugs!" I picked her up and tried to put her back in bed and she clung to me and started screaming, "No ladybugs, no ladybugs!". So I laid down first and then snuggled her into my chest and she fell back to sleep. In the morning I asked her about the ladybugs and she was able to tell me about the girls who were putting ladybugs all over her and it "was scary mama." She then just showed me tonight where all the ladybugs had been in her bed.

I know a story of a little girl (maybe 8 years old) in our area who because of sexual and physical abuse at the hands of her father (and mother who is complicit by denial), because of the hurt and rage in her dear little soul murdered a small animal with a pencil.

Where these two stories converge is with this....I am so thankful with all my being that for as long as humanly possible, my girls' nightmares are going to involve too many ladybugs.



Another first. The first cornstarch explosion in our house. Last night at 10pm I finally started mixing up the cookies I had been wanting to try. As I opened the cupboard all my sugar, salt, flour, etc crashed down onto me. I even said outloud "it's laugh or cry Abby" because I still needed to get all of our tax information together and I wanted to go to bed so that I could get up early to work out today. The cornstarch landed everywhere. You would never appreciate it unless you saw it. But trust me. I had to use my fingernails to scrape between every wood plank and it also ended up coating our dining room (that I had just dusted) with a nice white mist. Bleh. I got everything done and was in bed by midnight. The cookies were fantastic and I ate 10 (ten!) of them today. In fact it might have been more because they are gone and Hannah only ate three. They are healthy cookies but not if you eat 10 of them.

This is a picture of the first time Hannah has gotten her own spoon of peanut butter. You are a grown up in our house if you get your own spoon.

All of the above pictures were the first time I brought out the 8lbs of dried beans I bought. It was a hit with both girls. Liv snuck a few in her mouth but there was no choking.

Last story, but it's not a "first" of any kind. Remember Hannah talking about praying for "Miss A"? She now asks to pray for her every night (along with every single member of our immediate and extended family including dogs). We asked her the other day who "Miss A" was and she said, "birthday mommy." Again, I almost cried. So we call our birth moms "birthday mommies" now because it's too cute.