The kiddos are definetly ready for summer to get here! We have been playing outside non-stop! Except for today, since it is May 1st, and a chilly 48 degrees. Really?!?!
At Riley's school, there is a small garden area full of trees and flowers. She calls it the "fairy garden." She and her frinds love to go there after school and play with all the "fairies" that live there. She and a few of her friends went earlier this week and were playing happily until Riley, very seriously, ran up to me with some grave news. "Mom," she said, "do you see the dark shadow over there?" "Yes," I said. "The tree is blocking out the sun." Apparently not. "No mom. When a shadow falls over the garden, it means something bad has happened. Yesterday, there were 345 fairies in the fairy garden. Today 100 have gone missing and now we only have 3." Um...you do the math. Something must have happened to all the others. We looked and we looked, but finally had to leave with a heartbroken Riley because her fairies are near extinction. Hopefully the fairies can procreate to get their numbers back up. However, I'm interested to see what happens, since I've been informed there's no such thing as boy fairies.
Riley also has her heart set on being a fashion designer when she grows up if the transformation to fairy doesn't happen relatively soon. She sketches clothes at school all day and brings them home. She even went so far last night as to sketch out a few of her designs and address an envelope to Paris. She plans to mail her designs off to Paris and get an internship at the ripe age of almost seven. I personally think her refusal to fail is pretty awesome!
At the grocery earlier this week, we picked up individually wrapped prunes. My thinking was they are sweet like fruit snacks, but far healthier for the kids. The kids demanded one in the store so I happily distributed one to each. Riley ate hers no sweat and said it was good. Ava looked at it, said, "Uh...you gave me poop," and handed it back. I then returned it to her and said not poop, it's like a fruit snack. In her loudest "inside voice" Ava informed me, "This is not a fruit snack. This is poop in a wrapper. I don't eat poop in a wrapper. Poop goes in the toilet." A) It was hilarious. B) If she knows where it goes, I really wish she'd follow her own instrutctions.
On the same grocery trip, Ava decided she needed the Pop Ice popcicles. You know the ones. Neon colored, long popcicle in a pastic wrapper. Anyway, they come in netted bags. When Ava says net though, it comes out "nut." She then got confused and just started yelling through the store, "I want my nuts in a bag. I WANT my NUTS in A BAG!!!!!!" Oy. I can never go back to that store.
Now, for the most interesting story of the week. This one comes courtesy of "man's best friend," Jake. OH. MY. GOSH. Friday night, he was placed in his crate around midnight when I went to bed. He normally sleeps in there until 6 or 7 when he gets up for the day. Fine. Not too long at all, right? Wrong. When he woke me up Saturday morning, I realized he smelled horrible. I realized the stench was due to him doing his business, both #1 and #2, in his crate. Apparently, he then proceeded to roll in it. When it was clear this was a two part problem, I gave him to Riley on his leash to take out, so I could carry his crate down to hose it off. As Jake bounded down the stairs, he happily tromped poo all over EVER. SINGLE. STAIR. I kept calm through all of this. Fine, I thought. I can handle this. No big. I'll clean it up once I'm done cleaning the crate. So, Ry is taking Jake down, I'm carrying this enormous crate. Somehow, Jake gets loose, trips me, and I drop the dirty crate. It goes END OVER END down the stairs resulting in what I can only describe as a poop explosion. All over the stairs, the walls, the doors, the ceiling!! It was horrible. I didn't even know where to start. I stood, frozen on the stairs half-sobbing while throwing up in my mouth because it was so disgusting and the smell could have knocked me over. Riley's eyes got really big. She quickly snatched Jake's leash and said, "Come on boy. We need to leave. You're about to be dinner." So true kid, so true. Eventually I got everything cleaned up, but if that happens again, Jake will have serious consequences.
Hope everyone has a great weekend!
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