Molly's week...and it's just the beginning

First, let me share a prayer she gave Monday night, while we all tried so hard not to laugh. I'll try to say it in her language :) :

Hevly Father...Fankly foy this nice byooful day. Fankly foy....(hmmm...thinking)...all of our sins (here is where we start to laugh). Help us don't jump down the stairs. Help us don't laugh in the prayer (more suppressed laughter). Name uh Juh Frice, amen.

Oh man, I wish I had recorded it or something. She is so sweet. She hears the prayers of her brother and sisters, then she tries to mimic them. They get a little jumbled sometimes...like when she mixed blessing her cousin David in Iraq and Grandma, and asked that Grandma Bird would get to go to the war. So, so cute.

Second...the little squirt is potty trained. I'm not even sure how it happened, but she has gone 3 days with no diaper. NO diaper, not even at naptime or through the night. No accidents. I am thrilled. As you can see, from the fact that she is 3 years old, I am never in any hurry to train them. They train themselves. I'm convinved of that. And when they do, they don't need pull-ups or diapers at night until they're 5. I pulled out all the old panties from Emily and Lizzy. That may seem gross to you, oh well. She loves them. Scooby Doo, Dora, Barbie, Pooh Bear. All of them in Macey's grocery bags and slung over her shoulder like a pocketbook (who really says pocketbook anymore? My mom, and it makes me laugh). Yay Molly.

Lastly, after seeing her baby sister yesterday, she spent a lot of time crying and telling me she was cold. I figured she was tired because she had been jipped a nap. She fell asleep in the middle of the living room. Something wasn't right. I put her in her bed, got her up for dinner, she was off. She was lethargic (something Molly is NEVER), flushed, whining. Dave had YM at 6 and wouldn't be home until 10. At 6:05, she erupted and cried. This poor little girl has never thrown up. Aside from spit-up as a baby. (Emily and Alex are my pukers...Lizzy only has 2-3 times, and Molly never until now) Here's what Molly had to eat yesterday, which was now all over her bed and her carpet...spaghetti with RED sauce, pomegranate 7-up, and twizzlers. HELP. I rushed her to the tub...oh yeah, we have no hot water in the tub. I panicked a bit, then used a cup to transfer hot water from the sink to the tub. She was shivering and I was stressed and sad. I asked Alex to keep an eye on her while I ran downstairs to start the laundry and hopefully eliminate the stains before they set. Came back up, she had peed in the tub (OK...so maybe she has had ONE accident). I am 409ing the sink when my cute friend Kristin shows up. I ask her what I should do, bath her in the pee water, or try to fill it with sink water again? I empty the tub, and turn on the sink. There is zilcho water pressure because the washer is running. With a little trickle like that, it will take me 6 minutes just to fill the cup. I'm overwhelmed. Kristin and I start to laugh and I feel so much better. :) I am so grateful for sweet friends and laughter. Molly sits like a wadded up ball in the bathroom sink for a few minutes while I try to scrub her carpet, then she gets a barely lukewarm bath, gets in warm jammies and we cuddle...all before American Idol. She had another bout with the pukes before bed. In a bag this time. She actually fell asleep on the couch gripping that bag under her chin. Sad, sad baby. She still isn't feeling well today. Gosh I love her. Gosh I hate when they are sick.

Here's to our week getting better!