When our family were living in NZ - we had just had our 3rd child, OJ. I remember one evening, not long after OJ was born, discussing whether or not we would have a fourth child. I was thinking there was probably another one waiting; Oliver wasn't so sure. Anyway, the decision was kind of taken out of our hands, because as we were having this discussion, I, all of a sudden felt nauseous, ran upstairs and threw up. I was already pregnant with Lucy.
Lucy has been a character ever since she came out! She has really made her mark on our family and we love her to bits. But talk about a girl with her own mind.
Anyway, today was 'get your flippin bedrooms tidy, day'. Emily, 12 and already a working woman, wasn't around as she was babysitting a neighbours children. Joseph had his room done in about an hour and a half. OJ wasn't too far behind - he was done in about 2 hours. Lucy was painfully slow. I was so tempted to go in and do it for her. But I figured she would never learn to pick up after herself if I did. So I left her to it.
She would flit around the house, get drinks, chat with her brothers, tease her brothers, complain she was hungry - even fold the towels and laundry for me, as a 'surprise', which was wonderful. But getting her to do her room was almost impossible. Anyway, after about 5 hours - she had done a fairly decent job, so I went in and we finished up together.
Lucy and OJ decided to sleep in OJ's room tonight so they could play Uno. So I went in to her bedroom to put a toy in her drawer under her bed. And there I discovered her little secret.
If you're going to be sneaky enough to shove everything under your bed and in your bedside cabinet - why let it take 5 hours?
2 weeks ago