So I just read back on a few posts of when Layla was a baby, and browsing through the different post titles, I am SO disappointed that I have not kept up with Isaac’s things on the blog! I LOVE reading about baby Layla and baby Julian, and I can’t believe I don’t have very many baby Isaac stories. I’m going to have to work harder at remembering and writing. Isaac, if you’re reading this, I don’t love you less than the other two! Mama’s just busy and needed a break from the blog!

Daniel and Layla were having dinner at Macaroni Grill earlier this week and that night when I was tucking Layla in for bed, she told me that when she was done eating her pasta with papa, she wished they could start eating all over again (because she didn’t want her night to end). A couple nights later she was sent to bed earlier than usual for a few reasons that defined the need for an early bedtime. I was assuring her that the next day would be a better day and through her tears and resistance she asked me if it was a “stay home day” and when I said no she said “but I don’t just want to go to bed and wake up and go to school. I want to spend time with yall!” And wow…can I ever relate. So she was given “one more chance” to adjust her ways and joined us in the backyard for a little big longer.

This morning as the kids were filing out and into the garage to leave for the day, I was transferring clothes from the washer to the dryer. A sock managed to escape and landed on the ground in front of the dryer, and this guy…

walked right by me, picked the sock up, put it into the open dryer, and continued on his way to the garage.

We had fun with this one! My printer isn’t printing anything in color, so I had to write “Happy Valentine’s Day” on each of them since the cute graphic didn’t show.

I woke them up this morning with a piece of chocolate, and this was breakfast.

I took Julian to the doctor this morning to have his two warts removed. He couldn’t be more excited to get rid of those things. One of them is on his thumb (he’s named it Spikey!) and has gotten very big and painful (because he bites on it ). The doc posed three options for treatment. 1) Numb the area w/ a little shot and scrape it out, 2) freeze off, 3) topical cream for three months. He already had freezing them off in his mind, so when I wanted to trump with the first option, he was freaked out. The risk of the freezing is that after the blister forms, the wart could reform around the blister. He didn’t care, and eventually we agreed on the freeze option, with the understanding that we would return for the first option if they did come back.

The doctor tried to distract him while he was doing the freezing, but Julian was entranced by the growing white “snowballs” on his fingers. And while the freezing didn’t hurt, as soon as they began to thaw his fingers began to burn. The warts are still there, but as the blister beneath them forms, they will be lifted and eventually fall off.

We stopped at Starbucks for a doughnut on our way to his school, where he used his fingers as gingerly as he could. I’m looking forward to seeing him tonight, hoping his fingers feel better.