Will I survive?

I pray for many things each day, but the following three things come up every morning...

1. That no one will be seriously injured due to the fact that I am simply out numbered and can never be holding all three at once

2. That I will be patient.

3. That I will have time to teach each one of them the things they need to learn to be successful!

With that being said, here are a few stories from this week!

On Thursday's we go to the park with our friends! Every week something happens that makes me think I should never go to the park again. A few weeks ago, Camden and Emma were swinging together like normal, when all of sudden Emma did not want to be near Camden anymore. In a moment of anger, she attacked her sister like a wild animal! When Camden came to me, I thought she had smeared strawberries on her cheek, but it was actually blood. Her sister left the Mark of Zorro in her cheek, a giant Z! On this same day at the park, Camden tried to walk down the slide. She made it half way down, before gravity took over and she flipped off the side of the slide and landed on her back on the ground. Meanwhile, her sister Emma fell threw the crack between the bridge and the railing. It was not a good moment. I was torn, who do I run to first, Emma seemed ok, so I ran to Camden to check her limbs for a break. She didn't even cry, jumped up and ran to go down the slide again, frustrated that I am holding her back to check her! I then freed Emma from where she was pinned, only to send her on her way up the stairs again! I left the park completely exhausted, emotionally and physically!


Not two hours later...I had everyone in their cribs for a nap! I was finally going to eat lunch and relax! When all of a sudden I can hear Camden screaming upstairs. Now normally I would let her scream herself to sleep, but something about her scream made me want to check on her. When I come into their room I looked to her crib, only to realize that I need to look up. Camden was standing on top of the crib rails, one foot on her crib and one foot on Emma's crib, holding onto the wall like a rock climber. She was scared to death! Thank heavens! She has not tried this since. Good thing I checked on her, who knows how long she would stand their before deciding to jump.



This week, Camden climbed over the side rails into Emma's crib. I could hear giggling from their room so I didn't go in for awhile, when I finally decided to get them up, they were both smiling at me from Emma's crib. The most interesting part of Camden's climbing is that she never climbs to get out of her room and the crib, she is just trying to get to Emma. She climbed into Emma's crib again the next day, and Emma bit her, so I finally separated the cribs!



A few days later, I went upstairs to put Sophie in her crib for a nap. When I came back downstairs Camden and Emma were both on top of the kitchen table throwing Easter basket confetti on the ground.



Sophie eating food for the first time! Oh bananas!

Just a sampling of my life lately...will I survive this?