Just us girls

Every other Tuesday we have a Bible study with friends from church.  Jon was sick tonight so I braved the 35 degrees with strong wind gusts on my own (after begging Jon to reconsider).  We left early enough to get a bite to eat before the class.  I let Lucy pick where she wanted to eat.  She wanted pizza.  So did I, but there weren't any pizza places to sit down and eat in.  Her next pick was Dairy Queen because she wanted ice cream.  So did I.  The two of us shared a chicken fingers basket while Emma made little baby noises from her car seat.  I asked Lucy what she wanted to drink and she asked for Coke.  Before I could fill up the glass she decided on fruit punch.  We talked about ketchup (ketch-dip) and how she needed to sit still and eat.  She tried to tell me she was done eating several times so she could eat ice cream.  But I made her eat the rest of her chicken first.  As I was telling her to eat her chicken I wondered if the fried chicken was really any better for her than the ice cream I was making her work for.  I still don't know.  I just did the mom thing I guess.  As I write this she's telling me she's hungry and bringing me a breakfast bar to open for her.  I gave her a pinch of it and I just saw he drop it in the floor and walk away...I got both of the girls in and out of the van 6 times by myself tonight.  I don't think it would have been such a big deal if the wind hadn't been so strong and cold.  We stopped by Walgreens on the way back to get sicko Daddy some gingerale.  I told Lucy where we were going and she said, "Walgreens?  To get Toy Story diapers?"  She remembered seeing them from the last trip and asked for them then.  I told her maybe next time...silly me.  She walked in the store and picked up a coupon book like she knew what she was doing.  She cracks me up.  On the way home I heard her singing the books of the New Testament and I tried to get her to sing louder.  Well that of course caused her to get silly.  She started singing the Wonder Pets song instead.  She thought it was so funny that she was singing something other than what I asked.  Then she started singing about "baby Mommy" and I pretended to act like it bothered me.  "Don't call me baby Mommy!  I'm not a baby!"  She laughed and laughed.  She could hardly get the words out she was laughing so hard.  It was precious.  To top it all off, when we got home Emma decided that Lucy was hilarious and she was cracking up at Lucy singing with that adorable belly laugh.  It was great.  I didn't even attempt to move and get the camera because I knew she would stop.  And so here we are.  Lucy is now playing with a shoestring and calling it a rope and sweet baby Emma is laying in my lap eating her fingers.  I will soon be putting them both to sleep (Lucy should have been about 2 hours ago) and the house will be quiet...for a while.  Most of the time I prefer the noise =)