Sweet and sour

What a difference an extra hour of sleep makes. For Ella at least. she went to bed early last night (7:30) and woke up in a great mood this morning. She talked (in her own secret language) the entire trip to the sitter’s this morning.

I, on the other hand, went to bed at my normal hour (normal for elderly, young children and me): at 9 p.m. But today, yet again, it was all I could do to drag myself out of bed. And I hit snooze as long as I possibly could. Right up to the point where I only had 20 minutes to get both Ella and I ready to go. Not a lot of time.

So as I got myself ready I propped up Miss Cheerful in bed with daddy and gave her a fruit breakfast bar, a banana, milk, put her bib on her and turned on her favorite PBS show. She was so sweet. She just happily ate away.

She hasn’t been entirely sweet lately though. The other night I watched my sister’s kids for a few hours – with help from my husband. One too many times Ella pushed Finn and took his toy. So the time-outs begun.

I’m so torn on the whole discipline thing. Part of me thinks she’s too young, and that seems to be the gist of the Internet philosophy out there, but then I also think kids are individuals and she really may get it and I need to do what I can to make her STOP beating on other children! I could go on and on about that, but there’s other happy things to think about.

1. My dear friend is having a baby GIRL, as she found out yesterday. I figure I’m not really breaking the news because her husband has posted his own blog about it here.

2. My BIL is in recovery from having his spleen removed. Hope you feel better soon Matt.

3. My girlfriend’s daughter, Emma, who’s 7 years old, has started a blog. And it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever read. Check it out here.

And now I’m way too tired to think of a clever way to wrap this up.