So, I went to this photography class (we'll use that term lightly here) tonight and there is a f/u class next week...and I think I could have taken a nap and still know everything he taught. Guess it was a definite beginner class but I guess it was just good to get out for 2 hours w/o kids or hubby...and I wasn't like grocery shopping or anything. The dishes were all in exactly the same place I left them (I think there might have been more of them but really, who's counting) so I guess getting out of the house and dozing a little while trying to listen to a very boring man talk about your camera settings was a good night???? Oh, and I'll go back next week except everyone's getting pb&j for dinner so I don't have to hurry up and clean it when I get home before Franny really gets upset!!!
And here's how I screwed up today: you know, we all talk about consistency with our children (ok, so maybe I'm the only one talking about it...that at the whole yelling thing)??? Well, I realized today why Kyra can be so whiny and cries a lot and it's not just hubby she's got wrapped around her finger!!! I was finally able to run up to the hospital this afternoon (hubby stayed home sick today so I took advantage and showered too) to see the babies that were born earlier this week. Well, Kyra had changed into a dress and kept hounding me to go so she could see the babies...ahhhhhhhhhh.....I just finally gave in. I should have stuck to my guns and told her that I said NO and she has to stay home. I mean, it really wasn't a huge deal, but by not sticking to my first answer, I gave her the impression that crying, whimpering and break-downs are the way to go in life when you don't get your way. Soooooooo....next time, I let her have the break-down and just go w/o her, right???
Oh, and I didn't yell too much when Max came in covered in muddy water (I totally wiped his face before I realized I should take a pic...but you could make out his eyes and lips through the mud on his face..) Here are some pics of the mud (the pics just don't do it justice)
And, for those of you that wonder what happens to all the food I give Franny Girl...check out what was in her clothes, around her legs, up her butt (kidding, but you get the picture) ... I thought she ate all this stuff until I started to take her out of the hi-chair and shake her off...ha ha ha