This morning we headed out to the park with Jenn, Avery, and Jack. We hadn’t played in the sand pit since they refurbished it and it was fantastic. The kids were digging and I was making sand shells and crabs from molds having a grand old time, until Liam shoveled sand into his pink eye.
It wasn’t pretty. At. All.
The poor kid was screaming and all of the moms had that “awww, the poor kid” look in their eyes. I felt so terrible for him.
He got calmed down and had gone back to playing calmly when the clouds opened up. Everyone headed for their strollers and whipped out the rain covers in seconds flat, including us.
As soon as we got everyone strapped in and covered up, the sun came out.
Of COURSE.
However, Jack was NOT pleased about the in-and-out of the stroller dance and we decided to leave anyway. We wanted to kill a little time, so we decided to go grab lunch…a little KFC.
I am the crappiest mom ever.
No, it’s not what you think. It’s not because I got my kiddos a kid’s meal…but because I got them a kid’s meal with corn on the cob, yogurt, and water instead of fries, ice cream, and juice.
Really. What does it hurt to let them splurge once in a while? It’s not like we do fast food more than once every six months or so.
Anyway, I felt bad for L afterward. He REALLY wanted the juice. And the kid got sand in his pink eye. He deserved a little treat. So, I gave him gum when we got home…right as the hail started coming down.
It was really windy, so it was coming at a slant. I called Liam over to the back door and he squatted down at grass level with me to watch the hail hop around out there. He was a little confused by the falling flower petals at first, but once he realized what was going on, he got excited. I let him stick his hand out the door to feel it and he said, “Mom, I got ICED!”
Needless to say, we stayed inside.
Although, there were several more bouts of sun interspersed with the rain. I can handle the rain if I get to see the sun on and off during the day.
Fortunately for me both kids slept and I had a chance to figure out what I’m wearing tomorrow to High Tea at the Landmark Hotel. They say “smart casual” so I was going to wear black pants. However, none - NONE! - of my nice pants fit any more. EEEEEEEKKK!!!
I had one skirt that fits. I was glad that I had already decided that I needed to do something about the extra poundage. At least it didn’t shock me when I went to try everything on. Oh well, it is what it is. (And it didn’t stop me from enjoying a slice of cheese pizza when the nice delivery person arrived with dinner.)
The kids were sweet when they got up. Liam has been a cuddler since he’s been sick and it’s kind of nice since he’s not usually like that. I am getting a little tired of him following me around as he whines about one thing or another though. And you’d think he was 15 the way he simply ignores me when I ask him questions. But when he wants something he will. not. shut. up. about it. EVEN WHEN I’VE ALREADY SAID YES!
Maybe he really is having trouble hearing - I doubt it though because he’s always complaining about things being too loud. I think he’s just really good at ignoring me. It’s driving Aaron nuts.
In other news, the house has recently started echoing. I hear everything that anyone says twice.
- Aaron, did you feed the dogs? (A-wan, did oo fee dog?)
- Good girl, Mace. Good boy, Murph. (Goo boy, Mayseh Wayseh. Goo boy, Muff.)
- Shall we go downstairs? (Shaa go dan-tairs?)
- Stay off of the chairs, please. (Aaay off chah, peas.)
- Where did I put my lipstick? (Whehwa my wib-dick?)
- No, that ball is MINE! (No. Bah. MIIIIIINE!)
- Hmmmmmm…. (Mmmm mmmm mmmm!)
It’s nice when I miss something the first time, but the “MINE” is getting a little old between the two of them. Sometimes I end up just taking the toy away and saying, “Well, it’s mine now. How’d'ya like that?”
Of course Elena yells. Liam usually does too - at first. Then he gets all serious and says, “What are my options, Mama?” (”Whah optons Mama?”) To which I reply, “You don’t have any when it comes to [object of desire] right now. (”You no have wight now.”) I guess you’ll have to figure out something else to do.” (*crying* “Figuoo ouw some duh-HOOOOOOOO.)
Well, I guess I don’t have to worry about either kid’s hearing at this point. It seems active listening may be the problem: Lammer doesn’t think about what I’m saying, and Elena ONLY thinks about what I’m saying.
I’m going to start bribing them with French fries. Maybe that will do the trick.
