Kids are weird.

So another week has passed, and no new post from me.  I wish that meant that I had nothing to write about!  Again, I have too much to tell you about.  So, I will start with the most recent events...

Wednesday was a busy day.  We took the kids to the mall to play in the play area and ride the train.  We just did this on Monday, I think.  But it’s an inexpensive way to get the kids out of the house (and us, too!).  And they get such a kick out of riding that train!  On Monday it was me, Brandy, and the kids.  We all got on the train and were riding around the mall (it’s an outdoor mall).  There were these two young guys walking by and they looked at Brandy and laughed.  And Brandy said, “Hey, you do what you gotta do.”  It was hilarious.  And so very, very true! 

Anyway, so this time it was Jennifer, her two kids and me and my three kids.  The kids were playing in the play area, and as usual, I couldn’t take my eyes off Cooper.  Well, I did a glance around and when I went back to Cooper, he was re-entering the play area with some other kid’s sippy cup - drinking out of it!!!!  Noooooooo!!!!! Arghhhhhh!!!  Eeewww!!!  

Sigh.  

What’s done is done.  Must get over it.  Must stop cringing every time I think of it.  Jennifer said that Cooper’s going to have the best immune system ever.  One time (okay, okay this has happened more than once), he drank sour milk (by accident, of course) and never got sick.  Maybe that’s normal.  I don’t know.  He’s also licked floors at doctor’s offices and the like.  Yes, you read that right.  He’s licked floors.  He won’t eat chicken (no matter how it’s prepared) but he’ll lick floors and drink sour milk.  And you know those foot stools you see at a shoe store?  Well, they have one at the orthotic office where Harlie gets her ankle braces.  Well, we were in there getting her braces and he licked the foot stool.  You know how it’s got ridges so your foot doesn’t slip off?  Well, he clearly liked to lick that surface.  Oh, why oh why do I have such strange children????  They must get it from their father.  

Oh, and then while we were at the play area, Harlie came and asked me to follow her.  She stopped, put on her shoes and then walked to the restroom.  She used the potty (and had a dry diaper, thank you very much), washed and dried her hands and walked back to the play area.  Someone please explain to me why she would stop playing at the play area to use the potty - but she won’t do that at home?  I guess I should be happy for what I get, but c’mon!  

Later that day Harlie had an appointment for her hearing aid.  I’ll have to tell you about later as I don’t have time to go into it now.  Then today she had speech therapy and a nutrition appointment.  And, I’ll have to tell you about it later.  I have to run now.  But I will blog again soon and fill you in.  

Thanks!

Christy