Let Her Be Little

Last night as I was tucking in Ella, she started tearing up and I asked her what was wrong.  She's often been my little worrier about everything.  She then said she was scared to be a grown-up and wanted to stay 7 forever and that she didn't want me to get any older and die.  Holy cow...she then said she was scared to learn how to drive and then she began talking about career choices and making money. 

It breaks my heart a little knowing that she has these worries weighing her down.  I was the same way when I was little.  I worried about the craziest things and it can be a lonely feeling because when you tell someone what is stressing you, and it's silly, the person can blow you off and not even think twice about what you said.  I am trying not to do that to Ella.  I am trying to listen and understand and then reassure.

I hope she enjoys her time being a "kid" and even when she does have to do grown-up tasks, she can always be a kid at heart. 

REALLY??

Today started at 4:30 A.M. 

Ella was home yesterday with a fever.

She came down to our room, woke me up and needed some ibuprofen.

We walk upstairs.

I step in something very, VERY wet.

The dog has peed on the stairs...for the THIRD time in a couple of weeks.

Ella learns some new vocabulary at 4:30 A.M.

I give Ella some meds and tuck her in.

Before I go and clean up dog pee for the THIRD time, one of the twins starts to cry.

I go in their room, walk over to Lexi's bed, bend down to touch her, and gasp as I touch something very, VERY wet.

Lexi has thrown up.

Their birthday party has been rescheduled from Saturday to Sunday.  Deuce goes to the vet next Friday. 

REALLY???