Little Brothers Are Not Her Style.

So here's where I am - I think I saw the hearse escort for one of the Dallas Police Officers last evening. I don't know for sure, but it was on Woodall Rodgers, and based on the number of police cars and police motorcycles, it is hard to imagine it was anything else. While I was writing this I was watching coverage of a potential threat at Police HQ. I just don't even know what to say. The best I can do right now is throw out cute pictures and stupid stories of my childrens' antics. I watched a video on FB yesterday of Stephen Colbert telling the story of how he met his wife, and I have to say, it did help me. There is so much angst and sadness here right now, sometimes it just helps to hear a little bit of happiness...so here's what I've got.

This week we went to Darby's gastroenterologist. My favorite part was when we were in the waiting room.  She asked me if I wanted a magazine.  I said - no thank you - so she got one for herself.  She spent about a minute with it and then told me - "Magazines are not my style...".

When we got into the exam room, the pressure was on. I really should study up on my Advanced Anatomy before each appointment. The doctor has this great book in there and each time we go in I have to explain the intricate workings of the body until the doctor arrives. Don't be fooled by this video.  This was page one of the lesson. We got to page 5 or 6 by the time the doctor came. The pages get harder as you go on. Every time the doctor arrives my response is "Thank God - I was at my limit!" I believe we had just arrived at the Endocrine System this day...

The appointment was inconclusive (as usual), but we went for frozen yogurt afterwards (dairy-free). It was a rare treat and they took full advantage. I almost had to stop Dalton from eating the bowl. Darby serenaded us - which meant we had to sit and wait for her lonnnnng after we finished eating. We eventually had to take hers with us.

Friday we ended up at the Bridges. Eating ham and watching Gymnastics Olympic Trials - just call us party animals.

Saturday we had to be functioning way too early - and by that, keep in mind we get up every day about 5:45. Although usually we can stave off real clothes on "S-days" until at least 11.  We just made it to Dalton's soccer game.  He played well, as usual. I love the picture in the top corner.  It pretty much sums up kids sports. There are some kids who are really into it and some kids that would rather sit on the field and play with their shoes - my kids have done both. Although currently, Dalton is the former. While the play is going, he is usually laser-focussed on getting the ball. When waiting for kick-off he just wants to pick up his fellow players and say "Doodie-butt".

Afterwards, they spent some time w/ Nana while Mommy went to a play.  We were supposed to go straight from there to a birthday party at the "Rainforest". Considering the 70mph winds, lightning and rain, that kinda didn't happen...Bad behavior ensued.

Last night Darby was relegated to her room. When she complained she had been in there "forever!!!" (3 minutes) I informed her that she needed to get used to playing alone, because very soon, if she continued to treat he brother the way she had been treating him, he was going to need to get used to playing alone. Tough love little diva...

At bedtime they decided to wear the "nightshirts" Daddy got for them.

They were playing nicely again by then, but I think these pictures tell the whole story...

Goodnight little monsters...