Girls

How I love my two girlies. A little something about each of them:

While driving through our neighborhood one day Clara Megsie-pooh spotted a little boy riding his bike. "What! What's he doing riding a two-wheeler? He's younger than I am!" she said indignantly. We came home from our errands and I went upstairs to take care of Audrey. Jake, who was up chatting with me, happened to look out the window and exclaimed, "No way! Mom! Look at Clara!" There was the Megster zipping up and down the street with no training wheels. I ran out to watch her and she sped by with the biggest grin you've ever seen. Upon coming home she had immediately gone to Michael's tool box and found herself an allen wrench that fit the bolt, took off those training wheels, and hopped on her bike for her first ride on a true two-wheeler--all while I was changing a diaper!

She drives me nuts sometimes, but oh how I admire this little girl!

The other day I was doing my chores when I suddenly heard Audrey upstairs screaming bloody murder. I ran up the stairs thinking someone had knocked her off the bed or dropped something large onto her. As I entered the room a quick look confirmed she was on the bed and no one else was in there. What could be causing this screaming of pain? I ran to her and the laughed out loud. She had the meanest death grip on her own cheek, and the more she screamed the harder she squeezed. I pried off her little hand and she immediately stopped crying and smiled at me, showing her sweet dimple in the middle of a very red cheek.