Sunday, April 18, 2010
Ryenne and I walked home from church, discussing lessons learned and the overall state of the union. Upon arriving, she ran across the lawn to play beneath the trees. I was standing in our driveway talking to my parents when she tromped over proclaiming that a bird had. . . .
ummm, relieved itself upon her dear little head.
She squirmed. I laughed. And then my mom announced that it must run in the genes. The attraction of birds and their subsequent droppings, that is. It's happened to my mom at least a half dozen times.
This made me laugh again.
While Ryenne washed her hair, Courtney and I lay on our bed, exhausted from the morning at church. 8:30 in the morning! I tell you, Sunday mornings will exhaust the best of saints. (And we're not among that group). Especially the slightly unprepared ones who are on the roster to teach sharing time, arrive extra early to set up the chairs in the primary room, plus manage the beautification of self and four gals. If we make it one piece, it's nothing short of a miracle.
No wonder we flop onto our bed at the completion of our worship each Sunday.
Our effort at recuperation was interrupted by three little girls bouncing around on the bed asking for a bit of lunch. The nerve! Emmy was most especially energetic. Loud, louder, loudest. Her dad kindly reminded her that she either tone it down or be "uninvited" to the gathering. Following this declaration, he rolled over. I'm thinking it was one of those if I can't see you then you'll go away kind of efforts.
Emmy watched for him to close his eyes, and then promptly announced, "All right! The old man is asleep!"
I laughed so hard I cried.
That's how life is, I've decided.
Some days make you laugh. Others will bring you to tears.
I like it best when I get to do both.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
We decided to start off with a little tea party. The girls loved eating off their tiny little plates and fancy teacups. One of the girls said, "Everything is pink!"
The girls were excited to see that the Easter Bunny decided to show up, leaving his trademark trails of candy throughout the house. This year, the girls decided to join in an old Croney tradition of leaving out three colored eggs for him to hide. This is how it works: Each girl dyes her 3 eggs in whichever color she chooses. The night before Easter, we leave out the baskets and a list of which basket and eggs belong to each girl. On Easter morning, before gathering the treats, each of the girls has to first find their basket, and then all three eggs. When I was growing up, the baskets were sometimes hidden in pretty tricky places. Once a few of us had to shimmy up to the roof to collect ours. I also had three brothers who thought it was really funny to find someone else's eggs and rehide them in an even trickier spot. For a small fee (paid in Easter loot), however, they would generously offer to help you. Ahhh. . .the things my girls will miss out on by not having a brother.Once all eggs and baskets are found, the girls gather into a circle, facing outward until they hear the magic words. "On your mark, get set, HAPPY EASTER!!!!"
. . .And they're off!
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Emmy was a little bit confused about the whole concept of April Fool's Day. When she saw the girls plotting, she kept asking us things like, "I know! I can be a witch!" or "Maybe I should be a chef!" It was a little bit April Fools mixed with a touch of Halloween.
For dinner, we had mashed potatoes and gravy (vanilla ice cream and caramel), chicken nuggets (sugared donut holes), and mixed corn, peas, and carrots (green, orange, and corn sixlets). And for dessert? Vegetable pizza.
It's funny. At the end of the day I was thinking how April Fools provides an opportunity, once a year, to create a little chaos.
At our house? We embrace chaos. Go ahead- turn our lives upside down for a day.
We'll feel right at home.
So we had to laugh the other day when she came out the other day with Emmy's panties on her head and her tights wrapped around her neck for a scarf.
"Hat?. . . Cute?" she asked.
We think she has a real future in fashion merchandising.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Even though our dates aren't too fancy (usually dinner and some errands), I look forward to these nights away, and actually take the opportunity to spruce up a bit. In fact, I may go the extra mile- apply a little makeup and attire myself in something other than faded exercise pants.
Hey, it's the least I can do.
When we head out the door, I don't feel the least bit guilty. After all, a happy mom and dad make happy children. Right?
So I had to laugh when I overheard this little exchange between Emmy and Claire yesterday:
Claire was carrying around a little baby doll, not really sure what to do with it. Emmy decided to help out. Using her best grown-up voice, she sweetly bent down to Claire and asked,
"That's a cute baby! Do you want me to watch your baby while you and your husband go on a hot date?"
Just training them young.