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Resourceful Child


I think we are going to have another little brown eyed girl.  She has her own look, I think.  The first two look alike, the second two look alike and she must be starting a new version.  She is wearing her apnea monitor in this picture.  There is a lead against her skin on either side, just under the armpits and the belt holds them in place.


I was chuckling going through the 50+ pictures I took of her this morning.  I think she was sitting still in 2 of them.  Arms and legs and fists were flying all over the place.

This postpartum recovery period has been an absolute breeze and I have long since grown tired of sitting around doing nothing.  I painted my living room a few days ago.  I had shooed the kids outside so I could paint around the deck door.  Chet was busy working on some other project in the house.  Avery began squealing about some crisis in the back yard and came running back to the house.

"My ball!  I threw my ball so high in the air and it just went over the fence and across the street to the police station!"  she yelled.  "Go get it!"

I was covered in paint and Chet wasn't able to help either so we told her she would have to wait.  This didn't sit well with her and she stomped back outside.

It wasn't long before I heard an adult voice outside.  I looked out the window and what do you know.  Avery was asking a little old man who had been walking by if he would go get her ball.  I wanted to sink down into a hole, I was so embarrassed.

And the ball wasn't just across the street.  It was across the street, down the stairs, across the parking lot and sitting in the shrubs by the city hall.  And this old man went and got it for her, threw it back in the yard, waved at the kids and went on his merry way.

I didn't even know what to think or how to react so I just kept painting.  At least she knew how to use her resources around her.

Chet had moved his ladder to one of the windows on the outside of the living room, but then took off to Menards to buy more supplies.  I had moved on to shampooing the carpeting at this point in time and as I shampooed, I noticed the ladder out of the corner of my eye.  The kids were playing in the back yard and had access to this ladder and I thought to myself, "I'm thankful my kids are scared of everything and probably wouldn't dream of climbing that ladder...."  Before I finished my thought, a little blonde head appeared at the bottom of the window, which is a good six feet off the ground, give or take.  Piper was climbing the ladder and Tucker was right behind her.

I was quickly humbled.  My kids are, indeed, not afraid of everything and they do, indeed, get curious and climb 16 foot ladders.

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