Roller Skating

We went roller skating for FHE. It was fun, but painful. Noelle could barely stand up (as you can see), but she sure did look cute in roller skates. I spent most of the time with her on my hip. In fact, I was holding her and rollerblading over to the drinking fountain and I fell down! Obviously I had no hands to ease into the landing, so I have some sweet bruises to mark what exactly hit the ground. I know I am getting old, because I wasn't embarrassed at all, just in pain.

Daren literally holding Noelle up. She let us do all the work for her!

Daren included my head in the original photo, but I chose to edit it out. It's better that way- trust me. This was Libby's second time roller skating (thanks to the Berry's!) and she was getting the hang of it this time around.

Look how stinkin' cute! The best part of this whole rollerskating experience is the song I have added to the playlist. Make sure you listen to it! It will make you want to roller skate- old school style.

We need a little boy!

Dancing Girls! I'm ashamed to admit that they are groovin' to Spice Girls in these photos. Of all the music I have, why have they chosen that!? I guess it doesn't matter, as long as they are having fun. I'm finding that my posts are a little repetitive. It's all about girly stuff around here. Maybe we need a little boy!

I'm struggling to come up with a positive topic to discuss. I figure two negative posts in a row is a little dramatic. However, our kitchen flooded this week and multiple other stressors have got me a little down. My faith is being tested, but in a strange way I am appreciative of it because it makes me stronger. Friday night I found some piano music that was an answer to my prayers. "Come Thou Font of Every Blessing" was the song. It has great lyrics and it was nice and relaxing to play the piano for just a little bit. I do know that our prayers are answered, sometimes not in the time frame or in the way that we expect, but they are answered.

What a week!

A lot of little dramas have combined to make this week incredibly long!

Monday morning began with Libby and I having a heated discussion about what she was going to wear. She insisted that she wear something fancy. She is all about skirts and dresses. I can't get her to just wear a pair of levis. It drives me nuts. I guess I should be glad she wants to look nice, but sometimes we run out of "fancy" options that are suitable for school. Anyway, after the clothes issue was resolved, we began another "discussion" about riding the bus to school. Libby did not want to ride the bus because she can never find a seat. Well, being the wise mother that I am, I instructed Libby to politely ask some girls that she knew from her class if she could sit with them. I assured her that they would say yes. I offered a silent prayer that this method would work. After she got home from school I asked her how things went and she was happy to say that the girls had said yes and she sat with them. I was so pleased... until the next morning. Libby was crying again, insisting that she would not ride the bus. So, I pressed her further about what the issue actually was. She explained that everyone had assigned seats except for her. It finally dawned on me that when she was asking to sit with these little girls she happened to be taking the assigned seat of another little girl at our bus stop. This had caused great conflict between all parties! So much for the wise mom. Ultimately, I ended up talking to the bus driver and he said he would give her an assigned seat. This didn't change the fact that when Libby got on the bus she was crying and that about broke my heart. As soon as Noelle and I got home from the bus stop we hopped in the car and drove to North Park. I couldn't go on with my day until I knew Libby was okay. As I recount those two little dramas, they don't seem quite as terrible as they did when they were actually happening. I will blame that on my inadequate writing skills (a good writer could explain it all better) and my abundance of hormones that were flowing while this was all occuring (making the incidents seem more extreme than they actually were).

The next evening Noelle got in on the action. I had put her to bed with the accompanying lecture on how she better stay in her bed or she will get it, etc. I then went downstairs to do some cleaning. When I finally came back upstairs I could hear Noelle screaming, "Help me, help me!" I ran into her room and saw that she had twirled her hair around her finger to the point that it had cut the circulation off. It was not pretty. The tip of her finger was purple and large. I couldn't get the hair unwound so I had to cut it. That was fun! An adrenaline surge for sure. She now has a little bob cut that is pretty, darn cute.

Lastly, this morning Libby woke up with an incredible rash all over her body. We went to InstaCare, where they told us it was an allergic reaction. Who knows what she was reacting to. She is better now and we made it to church. However, my lesson didn't go well. I was definitely not in the right frame of mind. Oh well, I'll do better next time.

Now it's Sunday night and I can't believe we have to start all over again tomorrow! I'm not quite ready.