We are getting ready for vacation...and have had a couple of really busy weeks as well. We've been running around like crazy people (which is probably not going to get better in the near future!). However, we are mostly packed and ready to go, the boys are gone at a birthday party, so the house is quiet. Not the usual volume level at all. I got Ivy down for a nap, and think I'm going to read for a little while before I tackle the last of the laundry. I try and try and try to get Scarlett to lie down beside me as it's going to be a long day tomorrow. She doesn't normally take naps anymore, but often on Saturdays I can get her to rest for awhile.
Nothing doing. She will have nothing to do with relaxing. Ok, fine. So we get up. I start the laundry. She and I are just hanging out, talking. Then she starts to say that her tummy hurts. More specifically her "belly badge" (courtesy Care Bears) hurts. I thought this was cute, so we discussed her "belly badge" and what was on it and if she can partake in the "Care Bear STARE"? FYI, it is Hearts, and yes she can. But, it seems to be hurting. However, this is a common ailment around here and generally an ice pack fixes it. By now Ivy is awake and screaming, so I send Scarlett in to the kitchen to get her ice pack. By the time I get diapers changed and baby calmed down, about 5 minuets has gone by. I come out in the living room looking for Scarlett, and at first can't find her.
I finally discover her in the office. Standing, facing the chair, with her head resting on it. Asleep. The poor thing literally fell asleep standing up and holding her ice pack. Yes, I did move her, and no she didn't wake up. She'll probably pee on my bed. Fabulous.
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