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A few weeks ago, my brother and his family came into town for a long weekend and for my sister's wedding.  I decided this would be a great opportunity to take one day to babysit all three of my nieces.  That Friday, I picked up the girls from my parents' house and took them to our tiny one bedroom apartment.  I figured, "What's a few hours?  No big deal."  Right?  Right?  As I left my parents' driveway, I suddenly began to worry.  I listened, as both my brother and sister-in-law "wished me luck".  EEK! 

After picking them up, we went to my apartment to go swimming, thinking this activity would surely tire them out. 

WRONG!

Then, we took a break from swimming to meet Uncle Wyatt for lunch at Islands.  Here's how it went...


And this was before Myranda got upset.  You never would have guessed it was coming based on this beautiful, happy face.


After lunch, we went to Target to get some snacks for the movie we planned on watching when we got back to the apartment.  While at Target I realized that kids are sneeeeeaaaakkkyyy!  I thought we all voted for chips, but apparently we didn't.  The twins wanted chips and Kaycee now wanted brownies (after spotting  box from the corner of her eye).  Before I could even pick which one to buy, Kaycee looked at me and said, "What if we make it a combo and get chips, brownies, AND popcorn?!!?"  She said this with so much excitement, I alsmost gave in.  Thank goodness I stopped to actually think!  Sneaky, sneaky children!  

We put in a movie and closed all the blinds and windows.  I hoped this would make them take an nap.  WRONG!

After a dozen time-outs, some yelling, and throwing of arms, the noise suddenly disappeared.  I walked into the "time-out" room (a.k.a. my bedroom) and this is what I found...

And she said she wasn't tired!

About half an hour later I got this beautiful face again...


Oh, Myranda...

Kids are amazing, right?  They love you, throw a fit, hate you, and realize they love you again.  I love these girls.  They bring me so much joy and although one day I want kids of my own, right now I can't even begin to imagine loving any kids more than I do these three. 

God Bless,
Kat

Comments

  1. AnonymousJuly 27, 2010 at 12:19 PM

    buwahahahahahhaha!

    ReplyDelete
  2. KatJuly 28, 2010 at 8:33 AM

    My only regret is that I did not capture her mad face.:)

    ReplyDelete

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