Jayne and perm's

I gave Jayne a perm this morning turns out she is allergic to perms. She broke pout in a scary burn looking rash. I took out the rods and ran her to the shower She showered her for 10 minutes in cool water. I then put the neutralizer her head and neck then back in the shower.She is fine now but I was really worried I would have to take her to the ER for a few minutes there. If I were say anything about giving Jayne a perm, Which I shouldn't. Please remind me that she is allergic.

Jayne's first day of school.

Okay Donald's now

Ok so here is my first paper for English. Robyn helped me a lot with the
Fluidity of words. I am suppose to learn to write like this for my English class, and then get better. I have to admit I really didn't get the concept until Robyn sat down with me and helped. Thanks Robyn.

It was a typical Monday. Everything was well. The birds were cooing, the sun was
shinning. Sara had gotten up, dressed, and ready for school. Time was cruising along nicely when the door bell rang. “Sara its Brynn time to go.” Out the door she flew without a goodbye, I chased her down. As I approached her Abby and Jayne came over for their farewell kiss from Sara too. Jayne being 3 and Abby being 2 are not in school yet and love to help send Sara off. While outside I begin chatting with Michelle a neighbor, and got carried away in conversation. After about 45 minutes outside Abby decided to go into the apartment. She shut the door and journeyed into play. After about 5 minutes of no Abby I decided I’d check on her. I walked over and opened the door to walk in. “WHACK!” perhaps I am confused the door didn’t open. To my astonishment it was LOCKED! I felt dumb here I am outside in my pajamas no keys
no phone no shoes and my 2 year old has locked me out. Now what? I grunted at the door. My mind begin to wander the very edges of reason in fear of what I might find when the door sprang open. Is she into my jewelry? Is she ordering from e-bay? Is she drawing a marker mural on the walls? All of the things my mind could dredged up, none were very enthralling.

I rang the doorbell repeatedly no response. I knocked, and shook the door still nothing. I yelled out “ABBY!” to which I hear a faint and distant “what?” As my mind yelled back “Don’t you what me!” My mouth more controlled replied “Come open the door!” The sweet angel in her tender trot came to the door as requested. I could hear the lock jiggle and impatiently waited for the door to open, when I hear a sweet “I can’t.” As irritation welled deep inside me knowing she can open that door she has done so before. I resounded myself to play her game. I began to think of way for her to easily unlock the door. I sent her to retrieve the stool.
I remembered it was unattainable. I redirected her to the computer chair, “Get the computer chair!” I commanded her. “Okay.” She replied. A few seconds went by, and I faintly hear “I can’t!” By now I can’t is causing grumbling within me, and a uncertain surge of tension coming for my depths. As I stood there envisioning myself flying through the door and spanking an obediently disobedient little girl, I recomposed and sent her to get a kitchen chair. Again she replied, “Okay.” A few seconds later I could hear the sounds of the chair sliding on the floor and then the thud as it hit the door. Yreka! She was on a chair at the door. The lock began to juggle again, there was no doubt the door would open this time. Then I heard it, “I can’t!” Of course you can’t! What fun is that? Open the door now and the game is
over. As I pondered my situation I recalled the sliding door on the other side of the room. Abby has never successfully escaped that door but I was becoming helpless. I instructed Abby to go open the sliding glass door. She replied again with, “Okay.”

I wandered through the wet grass barefoot dodging doggy poop, to the door. To my
astonishment I peered inside and there stood my mischievous angel in her favorite birthday suit. The one I had given her nearly 3 years ago. I chuckled and hollered for Michelle. To come see my sight, which relieved a small portion of upheaval I felt inside. As Abby struggled to unlock the door, Michelle asked if I wanted to call someone. Ah! There was a good idea. Luckily I had equipped my sister Robyn with a key, and she would be coming along soon. I could call and put rush on her arrival. I called, it rang, “Please pick up!” She did and hysterically was on her way. Now to wait it out. Relaxing, conversing, and waiting when Michelle brilliant as ever suggested I tell Abby that Jayne and I are going to McDonald’s and will be back later. I did just that. Abby was not impressed! She began to yell, and informed me that I was not leaving her. I walked back over sat down and continued to wait. A couple of minutes passed and the door suddenly sprang open and a fully clothed ready for McDonald’s, Abby walked out saying. “Okay Donald’s now.”