The Magic Machine

I have to tell you about this thing I’ve dubbed The Magic Machine.

Two days ago my friend Dani and I were talking on the phone.  Yes, the phone!  She briefly mentioned that her girls were now waking up on their own to the alarm and getting dressed all on their own.  Well, as you can imagine, we raced right over to the WalMarts Wednesday night and bought, not 1, but 2 alarms. The alarms were cute little $5 alarms that resembled a cell phone so of course each of the girls wanted their own.  Fair enough.  Scott and I have our own alarms.

So Wednesday night they were really into setting the time just right and wanted to get up 15 minutes earlier than I normally wake them, even on an early day.  I was pretty skeptical.  Are they really going to get up?  And even if they do aren’t they just going to race to the computer and play?

Thursday morning rolled around and my alarm is set to 15 minutes before theirs.  I half-sleep after I hit the snooze button and wait and listen for their alarm to go off.  Seven minutes after theirs was set to go off, I walk in their room and Lexi pops up and says, “I’M UP!”  Emma rolls over and says I was too tired to get up.  We were still 7 minutes out from when I normally would wake them up so I just went back to bed.  As I got back in bed, I saw their bedroom light turn on and then heard the chatter start.  Then I heard their drawers.  They were going to get dressed!  So I just laid there listening to see what they would do.  Out to the kitchen they went.  I thought they might get themselves something to eat.  I gave them a few more minutes but it was time to get serious about getting ready.  I went out and they had packed their lunch.  Their lunch!  They also informed me they had not only gotten dressed but brushed their teeth and their hair.  They even had shoes on!  They pushed me back to bed.  Like literally pushed me out of the kitchen telling me they wanted to do it by themselves.  I disappeared for a few more minutes, came back out to start the car and then just had to give their hair some touch up and help them find their coats.

I was so excited about this yesterday I was going to tell you but then I thought, no, that’s just a fluke and when tomorrow rolls around and they don’t do this then it’s just silly I blogged about it.

But then they did it again today.  All of it.  Got dressed, got breakfast (a banana and grapes!), brushed each other’s hair, and packed their lunch.

The Magic Machine, indeed.