We went to Valleyfair again today, this time to the splash pad. Blake was not a fan. There was a big bucket that would fill with water and dump and she would scurry even further away every time it dumped - which, she was always about 20 feet from any water or possible splashes. Then we went to the wave pool and she was happy. I apparently didn't put sunscreen on myself well enough and areas of my body that never see the sun, saw the sun, and I have funny shapes going down my right side. Only my right.
Jacqueline opened her own accessory line with hats, bracelets and purses. She saw me put this picture on the computer and she started screaming (cause that's the only way she know how to be gleeful), "MY HAT, MY HAT!"
We went to our friend's birthday party. It's actually Wade's best friend's older sister, but we're "go to each other's everything" type friends and I love it. They had a reptile lady come and it was so cool! The reptile lady was quite the performer and so good with the kids, and watching all these little people touch all the animals was so cool. Wade was calmly into it - he thought it was cool, and then got bored and wanted to make a bead snake. Jac thought it was cool too and sat way calmer than I thought was possible for her. Blake, well, Blake was into watching, not so much into touching them or them touching her. She did get brave enough to touch a few snakes (the albino milk snake looked like a candy cane was too good to pass up), but it was the quickest arm jerk...so I think she touched them, I not quite positive.
And then I held a snake and it was terrifying. They put the snake on me and I couldn't move. I logically told myself it was nice and safe, but I was terrified!! And then he turned his head and looked at me and kept inching his face closer to mine and I screamed and made one of the other moms take it from me. So embarrassing. I'm pathetic.
And then we made bead snakes and I apparently need to a bunch of pipe cleaners and beads in my kid craft stash. I'm sure that they'll quickly get added to Wade's trash house. I know Wade's snake already got torn apart and added to his trash pile.
Wade's been telling me "jokes." Really he just lies and then tells me, "I'm just telling you jokes!" And then after he tells a few he says, "I should stop telling you so many jokes."
Kids locked me out of the house today. I tell them all the time to not play with the lock on the door, which I know is just me breathing through my eyes. So I'm ringing the door bell, banging on the door and yelling at them for everyone in the world to hear and finally Blake figures out how to open up the door. Then I walk in and Wade's just watching TV, totally ignoring me.
Wade: Mommy, do you know why garbage trucks and dump trucks need f***ed up tape?
Me: What tape?
Wade: F***ed up tape.
Me: Do you mean reflector tape?
Wade: No. F***ed up tape.
Me: Okay, why do they need it?
Wade: So that at night light can hit them and they can be seen.
Me: Yes, you mean reflector tape.
This conversation was hilarious, and I was so impressed with his explanation of reflector tape, and how does he know what that even is?
Wade made up a song: "I love you Jesus. I care about you. You want me to be good. I go to your temple. But I'm not going to your temple today." All sang into his new sand bucket.
Blake's biggest fightin' word right now is "FINE!" She stomps her foot and tells me, "fine!" and then storms out of the room.
Girls have been up until 9/9:30 every night and then the last three days they've been waking up at before 6. How rude is that?! But today they did take a 3.5 hour nap. We're headed to the longest day of the year and I'm sure hoping (and praying) that their sleep goes back to normal in the winter.
I did a lot of weeding this week. Not that you can really tell. And a lot of spraying of weeds. And I apparently got some on my shoes and walked in the grass, Husband is super pleased about that. Oops. I've been enlisting my kids to help with chores that I hate and never get to, like cleaning the couch, baseboards and dining chairs - just give them each a rag! They need my help with the couch, the dining room chairs they did awesome on, and who really cares about the baseboards anyway? Overall my house is feeling way less grimy. We've also been working on rotating our toys/only getting out a few at a time to play with, the result: my kids don't give a crap about toys and they just run around the house and play together more. Course, it is summer and they play with outdoor toys a lot. Oh, and Wade always manages to find "trash" to make into toys (oh, I've been letting him throw his trash in the trash can outside, so now he's been really making trash and then he asks for a plastic bag to put his trash in, then he asks me to tie it. Hey, he's actually getting the trash out! But sometimes it has to stay in the "dump" in his room for a while first). Next week Daddy goes out of town, which means it's project time! Well, really it means that it's the same as always, except I don't make real dinner and we go until we drop. Woohoo!
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