The Lu called out to me from the bathroom as she often does and this was the conversation that would follow.

LU: Maaaaaaaaaaaahmmmmmm! Can you come wipe my bum?

ME: Lucee Olivia! You are almost five years old. You are fully capable of wiping your own bum.

LU: Buuuuuuuuuut, Maaaaaaaaaaaahmmmmmm! IIIIII NEEEEEEEEEEEEEED HELP! I peed and pooped at the same time. I think I have diary.

Dear Diary, would you please go wipe my kid's ass?

Sincerely,
Heather

We had a little spat today in The Morrow House. It was me against Roo. She desperately needed a nap, but wasn't about to take one. Round after round we battled. Me entering the room, asking, then insisting and then finally demanding she keep quiet and lay still.

After three days of getting up ridiculously early for kindergarten the kid was exhausted. But she was refusing to sleep. God forbid she miss anything...like a cloud passing over the house or a blade of grass growing 1/10,000th of an inch during that two hour nap she should be taking.

I knew she was tired. She knew she was tired. But she was fighting it. HARD. And keeping The Lu awake. This sweet little thing pulled out every bit of obnoxious she had in her arsenal and I had finally had it so I sent her to the bathroom alone to think about her behavior. After a few minutes I went in to check on her and found her like this.


I guess all that thinking leads to sleeping. I knew if she would just sit still for two seconds she'd be out. And just like the loser on Project Runway my baby girl was OUT.

I just prayed she wouldn't slide off the toilet while I was snapping pics, but I couldn't NOT document my little victory.

Lu: No. No. No. (holding up her hand signaling her sister to stop) Rilee, you DO NOT wanna come over here.

Roo: Why not?

Lu: Because I tooted.

Grandma was here watching the girls Wednesday night. Lucee was sitting on her lap and when she started to pick her nose this was the conversation that took place.

GRANDMA: Lucee, do you need a kleenex?
LUCEE: NO! When my mommy and daddy are gone I like to pick my nose and bite my fingernails.

Grandma tried her best to tell Lucee she shouldn't do that, but I don't think her words were very effective considering she was laughing uncontrollably while she spoke. (I'm sure I would have done the same thing. It's hard not to laugh at that kid. She just tells it like it is. Oh, to be so honest and real!