Of course, the one elf who is going to watch the day's activities was up at 4:30 AM, gagging herself--her charming way of saying good morning. When I get to heaven, I'm going to ask God why He didn't preserve her ability to say, "Mom, I need you." But until then, if any of you have any bright ideas as to how to break her of this messy communication style, I'm taking notes.
She's on the recliner reading her Disney Princess book while I'm sitting on the floor in front of her writing this. I think I need to point out to her that none of the princesses have their fingers in their throats.
Jean
The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven -
All's right with the world!
~Robert Browning
5 comments:
Ahh, compost....the commodity of Spring!
Duct tape. For the gagging. no...duct tape her fingers together so they won't fit in her mouth. I know you were thinking her mouth, weren't you?
:-)
pam
Actually, why don't you point out to her that none of the princesses have their fingers in their mouths? You never know....
and a very happy to spring to y'all!
Now, I have a confession to make. Although she does gag pretty much only for MY benefit, yesterday she started getting sick with some sort of gastrointestinal bug, so THAT's why she was nauseous and gagging: she needed more hydrocortisone.
So I put the duct tape away, and got the hydrocortisone out.
I'm sure the duct tape is still good for something. Don't put it away just yet...
praying for my beautiful niece and all her brother's and sister. oh, and for her mom and dad, too:)
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