Another week. . .

. . . over and gone. Pretty sad that I wish them away while I'm at work. Here's a couple small stories from this week. . .

We got the girls flu shots (actually the flu-mist) on Tuesday night at the school. Syd still freaked out. Actually, let me clarify. When I say freaked out, I mean FREAKED out--crying and SCREAMING!! And she hadn't even gotten the squirt in her nose yet. I knew I would get a reaction like this whether I told her ahead of time or just before the shot. I know the nurse who gave it to her (it's a squirt in the nose) was not happy (and she's a co-worker). She made some comment about how I should have told Syd about it ahead of time or something like that which really irked me. . . but the funny part was that after I talked Syd into doing it (she could have had a shot instead!), I put her on my lap, and the nurse said to lay her back, so I did. The nurse then stuck her hand on Syd's forehead and sprayed the vaccine into her nostril. Syd hated it and squirmed and was. . .well. . . ticked to put it mildly!! Syd tried to sit up and brushed (okay shoved) the nurse's hand off her forehead and yelled "Get off me!!!" I didn't laugh about this until later--I was still processing the comment from the nurse. It's a wonder Syd let her spray it into her second nostril. When it was all done, Syd was absolutely fine--like nothing happened. Errr. The joys. . . at least I can laugh about it now!

So we bought Guitar Hero Aerosmith this week. Morgan LOVES it. She can't get enough of it. And she does the same song over and over. I told her "I Hate Myself for Loving You" is permanently etched into my brain. Well, she conveniently forgot she had homework last night until it was time for bed. So, I made her stay up and do it, and now she can't play video games tonight. We'll see how well this goes over. She's always super tired on Fridays, and if she didn't eat well today, it will be worse. More fun!!

Oh, and besides the fact that Syd would eat oatmeal for every meal, just like my dad, the other night she shook her fist at me! That's what my dad used to do, and his mom used to do that too. I remember shaking my fist at Grandma Blaesius once when I was little--one of very few memories I have of her--and she laughed. So, I told Syd that Papa Ed has now taken over her body. First the oatmeal, now the fist. It was just too cute.