Getting Back on the Horse

So, we got the call today from the Girl Scout Camp. It seems that Ember fell off a horse. She was not hurt too bad and picked herself back up and, after a little reassurance, got back on the horse. So, it was a good thing. She’s a tough girl, but sometimes her pride overrides her reason and she doesn’t like to take help from anyone. But, the Camp lady said that she was fine now and running around and playing – so she should be ok.

I’m actually glad that she fell off the horse. We were concerned about both of the kids that are away and I know that I miss them – crazy as it sounds. After thinking about it, I realized that this is the longest that I’ve gone without talking to them, and I miss talking to them and hearing what crazy crap they have to say. Even when I deployed to Iraq, I was able to call home a couple times a day – your tax dollars at work!

But, if they’re having fun, playing with other kids, maybe some of the real Girl Scout kids will rub off on them. I have a suspicion that it’ll be the other way around and our kids will end up teaching the goody-goody Girl Scouts some of how the “bad girls” live. I really don’t want a goody-goody Girl Scout anyway, I’d rather have my daughters the way they are, with maybe a sprinkle more sugar – they have plenty of spice.

Only two more days, I can’t wait to go pick them up. Everyone seems to miss the kids, even the blonde minion who only fights with them. Yesterday she asked if it was "the number two day" and I figured that she meant it was Tuesday so I told her yes. Then she said "only three more days until we pick up my sisters!" and she seemed excited and happy. You would think that one kid would be easier to deal with than three, but its really the opposite. When their are more of them, they entertain each other more and aren't always in your face. Sure, they have their moments, but for the most part, they take care of each other. Its nice to have siblings.