5 on Friday

1. Saturday the girls and I had the pleasure of watching our nieces/cousins, Sammy and Ally, play in a basketball tournament in town.  Since we were unable to make it to the lake weekend, this was the first time Genevieve meet the IC crew (minus Aunt Jessie since she couldn't make it).   We had a great time, and Sammy and Ally did an amazing job playing in the 8th grade and younger league (they are going into 5th and 3rd grades!)  Ellie was shy at first, then opened up and was all over the place.

2. While we were at the basketball games cousin Ruby was sitting on Grandpa's lap.  Ellie was not OK with that and quickly said, "MY Grandpa."   I explained to her that Grandpa was Grandpa to Ellie, Genevieve, Liam, Sammy, Ally, Izzy, Ruby, Alex and Natalie.   I think she sort of understands, but still likes having Grandpa to herself.

3. On Monday night Ellie and I went to the Waukee library to get a library card and sign up for the summer reading program.   As part of the reading program Ellie needs to read 10 minutes or one picture book in order to check off that square... since we read every night before bed this should not be a problem.

4. Genevieve is in the process of dropping one of her feedings (going longer between feedings).   The transition has caused her get up at 5AM to eat a couple times this week.  I know I should not complain because she is such a good sleeper, but I am not a fan.  If the transition was not self directed (by her) we would not be doing it.   On a positive note, this morning she slept until her normal time of 7AM!  Maybe she has figured out her schedule!

5. Yesterday morning Ellie wanted me to wash her hands off after breakfast.  I did.   Little did I know that in the process I "washed off" her owie.  That was not OK, as she started screaming/crying over it--- telling me to "put it back".   I tried to explain that an owie going away was a good thing, and she had plenty of owies on her legs to look at.   That did not go over well, and at that point I could not help but laugh at the situation.  I suggested she go tell Daddy what happened, which she did.    On her way back from visiting Daddy she stopped in the doorway of Genevieve's room (where I was nursing), gave me the dirtiest look,  and then walked to her room without saying a word.  When I was doing her hair a few minutes later I was told not to talk to her.   I guess this is yet another preview of how fun the teenage years are going to be.   Oh, and after she calmed down she realized the owie was still there.