I am really getting frustrated with the amount of people who call our house phone every day (yes, we have a house phone like its 1999), pushing political views. They called at nap time today and even though I lunged for the phone, it was still too late. Jackson woke up, rolled over and yelled “We’re not home; go away!” when he heard the phone ringing. There’s hope for that boy, yet. Are you registered to vote? Are you a democrat? Are you a republican? Do you think the candidates need better hair stylists? I really don’t care to be asked any of these questions over the phone. Furthermore, these people wake up my sleeping children! Not cool.  They’ve even called as late as 9:30pm, which really angered me. Until Doc McStuffins’ name is on a ballot, because let’s face it – that girl is going places, I don’t need you to call me with political information. I’ll make my own decisions, thank you!

My poor little Joseph has been having bloody noses on and off lately, probably from the colds they are all getting over. He had an epic one this morning that really scared me. I couldn’t get it to stop, and he’s of course two, and did not understand the concept of sit still so I can help make this better. The poor guy was miserable and scared. He was elated when it stopped (after nearly half an hour) and I freed him from my grasp. He was even more excited that I let him wear the Santa pajamas he chose to change into. The other kids were very concerned watching Joseph during this ordeal. I ushered them to another room, but of course they wanted to see what was wrong and be in the middle of the action. At one point I yelled “Just go wait in the kitchen, guys” to which Jacks replied “That’s my brudder (brother). I help him!” I couldn’t deny that and was actually really proud. I let Taylor and Jackson act as runners for wads of clean tissues after that. Once Joseph was all cleaned up, he asked for a snack. He took his Nutrigrain bar and sat down in the corner of the kitchen, exhausted from his ordeal. I gave the other two kids a snack as well and turned around to find them all huddled in the corner. I asked what was going on and Taylor said “Well, Josie’s nose was sick so we are sitting with him so he’s not alone and we want him to feel better. We missed him when he had a bloody nose. I’m a good helper, you know.” This moment melted my heart and make the insane temper tantrum she threw the other night almost null and void. Almost.

Although they were spectacularly cute in that moment, their looks are deceiving, as always. I was getting out a bunch of stuff for snacks this afternoon while they washed their hands. They were happily eating all of their snacks and I was having a pear I had cut up. There was something off about this pear though. It had a really nasty taste to it, but I had just brushed my teeth, so I figured that’s what it was. That must be why it tasted mildly disgusting but looked so good. I was starving, so I kept eating it. One of the boys came up and put his hand in my face, and the smell on his small hand hit me; it was the scent of the hand sanitizer they had washed their hands with only moments before… The boys admitted to washing my pear too while I wasn’t looking. How incredibly thoughtful. Gag.