I am the meanest mom....

Yesterday, I was trying to clean up the house, and was in the middle of making my bed, when Miss P came over with a chocolate bar that Mr. S had left on his night stand.
Now if you know my daughter, she has a slight addiction to TV and Candy, which we are trying really hard to break.
She is only a loud to watch "two kids shows" a day, which is usually when I am on the treadmill, and if she wants candy, she only gets it after nap time now, on days that I feel like letting her have some.

Yesterday, when she saw the chocolate bar, she was sure her daddy wanted to share with her. Keep in mind it was about 10am. After I told her no, she could not have any, she went sulking to her room.
I look up to her standing in her doorway, sulking and saying, "You don't love me."

Wow, I thought I had at least another 10 years before she used that line on me.
Raising a little girl, makes me more grateful for my parents each day, and so sorry for the pain I was growing up.

Long Night

How I hope and pray for a quiet, peaceful sleep tonight.
Last night as I was putting Miss to bed, she mentioned her back hurt, I inquired a little, but didn't think to much about it. A few hours later, she woke up crying, which is not normal for her.When I checked on her, she was complaining her back and stomach hurt.

She is one who does not complain about pain. Being sick never seems to slow her down, she actually seems to have more energy when she is sick.
Miss P had fallen back a sleep by the time I was done talking with the advice nurse.
From talking with the nurse, we packed her up and headed for the ER to make sure she didn't have a bladder or kidney infection.

Like always the ER seemed kind of busy, even at midnight. They were all really nice and even bumped her to the top of the list since there was a possible kidney infection. I was grateful for that, but felt sorry for those who were there before us.

I was impressed, they have upgraded the ER, and made a child area. The kids section of the ER has Drs and Nurses that actually know how to deal with scared kids, the rooms have pictures which children have painted, cloud plastic over the lights, and a tv which they play movies to calm the kids. It helped the situation a little better that her room had the new space dog movie which she has wanted to watch.

Long story short, almost two hours and a really blah movie later, we were being told she was fine, they didn't know why she had the pain, and we could go home.

We shall see if anything else comes from this, but for now it looks like she is fine and we shall all have a good sleep tonight.

My Country Girl

Tonight I was reading Miss P an Elmo pop up book, one page was about life on a farm.
She turned to me pointing to the picture,
Miss P: Mommy, we need a barn.
Me: A barn?
Miss P: And some piggies, and I will make them mud and then wash them off.

Forget kitties and puppies, my baby wants pigs and horses. Reading Charlotte's web to a three year old may not have been the best idea.
Aunt Kim, we are going to come your way one of these days, so she can "play" in your barn.

Anger Singing
Ever since Miss P was small, she has loved to sing. Any where we go, she loves to sing at the top of her lungs, especially in church.
When she gets mad, what ever the song of the day is, she will sing in a sad, whinny/crying voice.
Tonight, she is sitting on her bed, refusing to go to sleep, singing in her crying voice
"I looked out the window(sniffle, sniffle) and what did I see (sniffle, sniffle) popcorn popping on the apricot tree. (sniffle, sniffle).
Now imagine that, but tonight she has decided to add in a very loud voice to it all.
Oh the fun times of raising a three year old.