We had a great time at Willamette Mission park. We walked in the rain and rode the ferry. When we got home, Abby was wet and tired. So, I took off her wet pants, changed her diaper, and put her down for a nap.
She woke up crying a couple of hours later. When I went into her room, she was NE-kid from the waist down, laying in a puddle of peepers. She took her diaper off, the little stinker. Into the bath she went. "Great," I thought, " she's all bathed for the evening, so I can make it to bookclub with no worries and Neal can go to his meetings."
She never did recover from being pissed off at the situation. The rest of the evening was piled high with Abby causing trouble and screaming. She pushed the chair up to the kitchen sink and played in the water. When I ended that, she freaked. Then, she went outside with Kate to play with the dog. Neal found her with the hose turned on full blast, playing in mud and soaking wet. It was cold outside, too! By the time I left for book club, she was standing at the couch playing with her cars (that's code for "I'm pooping). I just told Sarah, "Abby's pooping, I'm leaving. Change her diaper, and I want you all in bed by 8." She had everyone, including herself, down by 7:45. Sarah is a super star. Seriously!!
Now, just one blankie isn't good enough for Abby. She wants all four blankets wherever she goes in the house. And if she can't drag them all at the same time, she goes into nuclear melt-down.
At breakfast this morning, Sarah dropped her bowl of cereal on the floor just as we were getting ready for scripture study. She soaked my sexy crocks, so I ended up in stocking feet. Which caused me to have a near-fatal fall in the kitchen, in front of the whole family. They thought it was pretty funny. I didn't find it too funny, since I'm suffering mildly from my monthly "bookclub hangover."
As I sat down for scriptures, I put my forearms in sticky syrup from last night. Kate did a great job wiping off the table!!
Abby didn't like the fiber fart bar I gave her for breakfast, so she spit a trail of it all over the kitchen floor, and was wiping off her tongue with an anti-bacterial cleaning wipe. I think she gets those mixed up with the milder butt wipes.
This was all before 7 this morning.
But, I made myself feel much better by scaring Neal in the shower. I threw open the shower door and threw an empty cup at him, making him think it was cold water. Remember, we do that in our house, and the rule is, you can't get mad. You should have seen that naked flinch!! He flung shaving cream from his razor all over my hand. We're lucky he didn't slice his face with his spastic hands!
Then, the event that made ALL my grouchies go away --- Kate was showing me her googly bracelets (those things are retarded, by the way). I was a little mystified by the following picture.
Kate says it's an axe. I beg to differ. What, do they have child molesters making those things? I KNEW those gay bracelets were a waste of money.
And I just think this next picture is cute.
Especially Neal's old, original "The Empire Strikes Back" quilt. Back in like 1980, Neal's mom bought some Star Wars sheets and made a quilt out of them. It's a favorite blanket at our house.