Watch out! Here comes "Trouble!"

When Rebecca starting walking we nicknamed her "Trouble" because she was always getting into things and making loads of messes. She still manages to whip out a disaster in seconds. Usually when we are glancing at one mess, she's off making another one. She doesn't just make a mess with toys. Recently at meal times, she has started throwing food or her plate on the floor. Last night was no exception.

We had tacos, cottage cheese, chips and rice for dinner. She had on her plate -- taco meat, shredded cheese, cottage cheese, salsa (that's the only way she'll eat her chips), and some rice. She finished most of her food when she decided to start dumping. This being her third mealtime mess, I was getting a little frustrated.

Since Breanna was in still in the kitchen eating her dinner I asked in my most frustrated voice:

"Breanna, why does Rebecca keep making such a mess?"

Breanna replied in her trying-to-comfort-Mom-voice:

"Her not know better, Mom. Her just little."

It never ceases to amaze me how little children repeat everything you say to them. I can't tell you how many times I've said this to Breanna when she's been frustrated with Rebecca because she's been taking her toys. It was such a sweet voice.

I just LOVE it!

There's nothing like the feeling when you vision something in your mind and it comes together. I've been working on decorating the house -- you know, make it more like a home. Here's part of this week's project. Soooo cute!!! (Thanks, Susan for all your help! It makes me so happy walk out of my room and see it!)

In more cute news -- I love it when Breanna and Rebecca can enjoy one another!

You can just see the begging in his eyes. "Please, please get her off of me!"

This is -- I'm so stinkin' cute! He's crawling, BTW! Yep, it looks like a worm crawl, but he gets around. Don't you just love this facial expression!!!!

Rule #1: No throwing sand

On Sunday we went over to my parent's for the monthly birthday get-together. It's every 2nd Sunday of the month and we usually have a fun theme. We've done Mexican food, BBQ, and this month's was picnic food.
This month we were celebrating Bruce's & my niece, Kelsey's birthdays. With this picnic theme, our spread included:
Appetizers -- a type of cream cheese dip and a goat cheese & sundried tomatoes dip.
Main meal --brisquet, which I thought had good flavor, beans, potato salad, and strawberry/spinach salad (the dressing was WAY yummy!).
Dessert -- WAY yummy ice cream cake that had layers of butter pecan and pralines and cream ice cream with caramel drizzled all over (makes your mouth water, doesn't it) -- THANK YOU, Megan, you always do the best cakes!

Well, this post isn't all about the food! It's all about the drama!
THE CULPRIT: Breanna
THE VICTIM: Sarah
The girls were playing on my parent's playground when Breanna got mad at Sarah and threw sand in her eye. I must say she made a really good shot because her eye was filled with little bits of sand. It was really hard to wash out and I thought we got most of it out.

Move to Tuesday night -- bath night. I'm washing Sarah's hair and soap gets into her eye. Yep, the sand eye. She screams at the top of her lungs. I'm thinking -- this is children's shampoo, it's not supposed to hurt when it gets in their eyes. I get her out of the tub and pass her on to Bruce to try and calm her down. She decides to immediately go to bed. We figured the sand must of scratched her eye.

Wednesday morning -- Sarah can't open her eye due to all the infection that formed overnight. I decided to take her into the nurse practioner. It's really neat how they see if the eye has been scratched. The nurse put some dye in her eye that makes her eye turn yellow.

Then, she hold up an ultraviolet light and has her look in different areas of the room to see if we can see a scratch.

The result -- she had a small scratch on the left side. The nurse said that your eye cells are the fastest growing in the body and the scratch should heal by the next day. She wanted us to come in again to make sure. So, she sent us home with antibiotic eye drops, plus a cool trick to put them in. Sure enough, the next day the scratch had mostly healed.

Lesson learned -- Don't mess with Breanna when she's playing in the sand!