Overheard on the way to preschool today:
Lu: "Old McDonald had a POO-POO! E-Yi-E-Yi-Oh!"
Clara: (snort laughing herself into hysteria) "Lu! I love you more than all my friends!" "Mom, did you hear that?! Lu is so funny!"
Me: smiling proudly at the brother/sister love-admiration-fest going on. Who in their right mind could argue with that kind of logic. Poop talk bonding -- works for me.
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TUNE UP THE WASHING MACHINE HONEY, SPRING IS HERE!
Finally. Finally. A Spring day that promised warm weather really would show up in Minnesota.
The kids and I hightailed it to the park the minute we got the phone call to meet our gang of friends. At a sweltering 65 degrees, the only appropriate attire was of course, shorts. Clara has been asking to wear them for weeks so her "bare legs will be sticking out", it was nice to finally agree without fear of kneecap frostbite. And as they both rolled around (yes, really rolled) in the sand on the playground, and both went head over heels (yes, really head over heels) as they ran down a hill, I was hit smack in the noggin with the warm weather realization of filth. Diaper sand, grass stained clothes and body parts, boogers and runny noses black with dirt, bloody elbows, knees and t-shirts, ahhhh...childhood.
It's time to add nightly baths to our evening routine. That and a load or two of laundry. A worthwhile trade in for the wonderful kind of tired that fresh air, sunshine, warm breezes and laughter brings. Finally, Spring at last.
The kids and I hightailed it to the park the minute we got the phone call to meet our gang of friends. At a sweltering 65 degrees, the only appropriate attire was of course, shorts. Clara has been asking to wear them for weeks so her "bare legs will be sticking out", it was nice to finally agree without fear of kneecap frostbite. And as they both rolled around (yes, really rolled) in the sand on the playground, and both went head over heels (yes, really head over heels) as they ran down a hill, I was hit smack in the noggin with the warm weather realization of filth. Diaper sand, grass stained clothes and body parts, boogers and runny noses black with dirt, bloody elbows, knees and t-shirts, ahhhh...childhood.
It's time to add nightly baths to our evening routine. That and a load or two of laundry. A worthwhile trade in for the wonderful kind of tired that fresh air, sunshine, warm breezes and laughter brings. Finally, Spring at last.
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