The Guthrie Clan

About 2 weeks ago, Morgan’s security “blanket” went missing. It’s really a slow, dying piece of a rag, that she has had since birth, but she still goes to bed with every night. She can go to sleep without it, but every night lately, the bedtime routine has been drawn out, because as soon as she lays down, she remembers it’s missing, and cries herself to sleep.

I have searched the house, garage, car, back yard, and called friends, whose houses we have, on many occasions, left things we’ve brought from home. I gave up hope a few days ago, assuming she took it somewhere (a store or park) and left it. It hasn’t made it easier for her, but at least I have stopped driving myself crazy looking for it.

Well, the girls didn’t have school today. And they subsequently spent a lot more time playing in their room. As I’m in the kitchen, I hear, “MOM!!! Sissy found her blankie!!” I run into their room, where we have a giant group hug for about 5 minutes. As we’re hugging, I look at them, and both are crying tears of joy! (Okay, so maybe those were leftover from fighting only moments earlier…) Still, it made me so happy to A. Have Morgan’s blanket back, B. See that Kendall was just as happy for Morgan as Morgan was, and C. Have such a simple pleasure bring about a wonderful moment!

In case you’re wondering, I asked Morgan where it was, and she said “under my pillow.” I didn’t believe her- because I had looked under her pillow only about 6 times. Then she showed me that it was in her pillowcase. I guess I didn’t look there. As embarrassing as this is to admit, last week Jason mentioned it was probably time to wash their sheets. (It’s always the last load of laundry I get to…) So, not only will it be nice for Morgan to go to sleep happily tonight, but it was also my “gentle” reminder that I should be more diligent about washing their sheets!

So, I really didn’t think I’d have to post something like this for at least 10 years… but I have to share the funny/scary story of the week. The following was the conversation I had with Kendall as I picked her up from her Primary class on Sunday:

Kendall: “Mom, this is Jamie. Can we set up a play date with him sometime?”

Me: “Sure.”

Kendall: “So, Jamie, do you want to come to my house, or should we go to your house?”

Jamie: “You should come to my house. I have a puppy.”

Kendall: “Hmm, maybe you should come to my house. Your puppy might bite me.”

Jamie: “No, my puppy doesn’t bite anyone.”

Kendall: “OK, so, Mom, can we set up a play date?”

Me: “Yes, but I need to find out who his mom is first.”

At this point, Jason and I are trying to drag both girls out of class to go home.

Kendall: “Jamie, what’s your Mom’s name?” “Mom, her name is Sharina.”

We’re now leaving and walking down the hallway.

Jamie: “NO! It’s not Sharina. It’s (no clue what he said)!”

Me: “Okay, I’ll figure it out and call her.”

Fortunately, we happened to pass them once more before we left the building, and I realized I know who Jamie’s mother is- “Trina.” We both laughed at our children trying to set up a play date, and promised them that we would do it.

Later that evening:

Kendall: “Mom, I have a secret to tell you… I kissed Jamie at church.”

I’m pretty sure 10 hairs turned gray. (Kendall recently kissed another boy on the cheek- and said to him, “We can’t kiss on the lips until we’re 16.”) So, Jason and I then had the discussion with the girls that they shouldn’t date, or even kiss boys on the cheek, until they’re 16. Well, I told them 16… Jason told them 21!

While all of this is slightly amusing, I don’t know if I’m ready to deal with this for the next 10-15 years.