My mom asked Brandon how the basketball game was over the past weekend. She watched it on TV and told the kids she was looking for us. Brandon told her, “We were in the dark.” She knew we were up in the nosebleed section, but they did still have some shots “up there” on TV. Yes, they did dim the lights when the game started, and yes, we were in the dark.
Here is a picture of Peyton at bedtime:
If you look carefully, she’d matched each Hello Kitty stuffed animal to one of the similar Hello Kitties on her sheets.
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This morning was rather rough. I knew it would be, since the kids had been off school for 16 days. Neither was up by the time I woke up with my alarm. Neither was up by the time I had finished getting ready. Or by the time the lunches were ready. By 7 am, I went to wake Brandon. He was groaning, but did get up. Then, I went in for my challenge. I woke up the beast, and she was NOT happy. She started crying, then wailing that she didn’t want to go to school. Then she complained it was too cold. Then she complained she was still tired and wanted to sleep more. She didn’t want to put her clothes on, so I grabbed her half naked (I’d gotten her pants off, but she kicked and wouldn’t let me put her clean pants on). I took her downstairs after grabbing all her clothes. Brandon met us half way down the stairs and just laughed at what was the pile of mess that was Peyton. I put her down in front of the garage door and told her she’d go to school half-naked. She was still wailing away, but she did let me put her clothes on there. She was complaining that she wanted to change back upstairs, but I didn’t give her that. She just got the explanation that she lost that right and that she’d have to change on the kitchen floor. Brandon was settled into the car with his oranges for breakfast, and I went to get Peyton’s toothbrush. I didn’t even do her hair this morning. Luckily, it’s shorter, and more manageable. She finally calmed down, and she took her oranges into the car as well. Her face was all puffy from crying, but she was fully dressed and ready to go to school. I thought it was going to be a problem at school, too, but she did just fine. She was her happy self when I picked her up from school, so all of the morning ruckus was swept under the rug.
Peyton somehow has picked up these random sounds. She will look at me, then say, “Tweet, tweet.” Or sometimes she changes it up and will say, “Hoo hoo,” or “Ha ha”. Brandon will “call” back, like a bird, and respond with a similiar, “Tweet, tweet” back. It’s a bit catchy, but I have to be reminded to not feed into it because they get very silly with it and stop listening.