Bruce Says I'm a Sicko: Here's Why

First, before I address the topic at hand, here's a few pictures.

I include this picture of Maggie, because this is her favorite dress of the moment. She loves to wear it. At the time of this picture, she'd had it on for close to 36 hours. She had put it on after her bath on Saturday, slept in it, wore it to church, and continued to wear it for the rest of the day.

Jim and Dara came to visit with baby Azlyn on Saturday. Kate loved holding the baby and feeding her the bottle. I felt a little twinge of sadness that our baby days are over. Might be over...if someone called and asked if I wanted their baby I would say yes. I just can't be pregnant ever again.

We took Preston to Kangaroo Zoo on Monday. He and Kate are such good little friends.

And lastly, Bruce brought me flowers the other day. Aren't they pretty? He is a good husband.

But, here's why he thinks I'm a sicko.

Setting: Bathtime, my house, last night.

I carefully prepared for bathtime by selecting two IDENTICAL princess towels so that there would be no fighting. However, when the time came to dry off, Kate and Kiki erupted into World War 3 over who would get the P.O.S. tan towel that I had used to clean the floor. Neither wanted a princess towel at all, instead choosing to play tug of war with your basic rag. I attempted to reason with them, but gave up, saying, "You two duke it out. Let me know who wins." The screams escalated, and I merely shut the bathroom door to let them continue their argument in their cold, wet nakedness. Then they really started to scream, and I thought, "Man, this is getting good. I'm getting the camera." I went downstairs to retrieve it, and Bruce asked, "What is going on up there?" "Oh, the girls are in an epic battle and I'm going to get it on video," I replied. "You're a sicko," he said.

Want to know who won? Click on play below. It is totally blurry because I couldn't get all the settings fixed the way I wanted, but you'll get the idea.

Poor Kiki. She gets her way a lot, so don't feel too bad for her. (Also, her battle vocabulary has expanded to include, "Dut up" "Go 'Way" and "No Kiss.") Within seconds of this video my mom showed up. She probably heard the screaming all the way at her house. The thing about having your mom as a neighbor is there is no, "Grandma is coming over so you better be on your best behavior." She sees us at our worst. Hopefully she loves us anyway. (While I am on the subject, I must record that Kiki LOVES her Grandma Ellie. When my mom comes over, Kiki runs and gets her shoes, grabs my mom's hand, and tells me, "Bye bye, Mommy." She loves to go to Grandma's and play and she will cry and cry if she can't go over to visit.)

We restored peace, and Kate chose "You are Special" for their bedtime story. If you've not read this book, you really must. The author is Max Lucado. Even I, with my cold cold heart and mastery of my emotions can not read this book without choking up at the end. We got to the end, I teared up, and Kate said, "Are you crying?" I told her I was- a little. Long pause. "Mommy, I'm sorry I fighted with Kiki about the towel."

There is hope for us yet.