Did you yell at me?

I am absolutely wiped out right now. So much so that I need to cut out some me time tonight and just go to bed. After I iron, of course. (I hate ironing.) The girls had me awake at 6:00 both mornings this weekend. When that happens, I always try to be positive and embrace the day with thoughts of how much I can achieve being up at the crack of dawn.

I never can accomplish as much as I think I can.

Allie and Anna (and sometimes Em) have this newish thing where they cry hysterically if we "yell" at them. If I politely say, "Please do not throw that ball in the house," that is yelling. To them. Do you see where I am going with this? Any statement (and 90% do not involve any type of yelling at all) where we ask them to not do something is considered yelling.

I hope this phase passes soon. I hate to see them cry over nothing because there's been a lot of crying over the past four years and if there is nothing to cry about, then let's not cry. Last night during bedtime story reading, I said something to Allie. I can't even remember what it was. She became really quiet and then looked at me with pouty eyes and asked, "Did you yell at me?"

"No, sweetie. I did not yell at you."

It is finally warming up around these parts, although Saturday was overcast and a bit on the chilly side. The girls enjoyed swinging (aka "someone push me!") Notice how Allie and Anna are wearing clothes different than those in the pictures I posted yesterday. Apparently, there was a water incident (aka Emily.)

I just love this picture.