I hear happy screaming outside...and more of it, and more of
it again. It's loud and it's all four of the littlest kids. I wonder what's
going on but I don't really want to know, because it at least sounds happy.
They laugh, they squeal, they scream, and Sebastian is yelling, "YEAH WE NOT SCARED!" Then
Penelope yells something similar, then the screaming starts again. I wonder if they have the hose out and they
are drenching each other. Then a little while later I hear, "Let's tell
mom Everett found an egg!" I greet them at the porch steps as they run to me.
Everett had found a guinea hen egg, no biggie. I didn't feel
like wrestling it from him, he can have it as long as he keeps it outside. I ask and find out that the
screaming is because they are running in and out of the goose and guinea pen
and the geese are mad and angrily hissing at them. The geese are SUPER protective
right now because they are sitting on a clutch of eggs (that are way past due
for hatching, they are now presumed infertile and need to be taken away). The
geese look down right frightening I'm telling you! Once in a while the geese will flail
about and come towards us in a threatening way but they don't give chase, these
aren't typically a breed that chase people.
The kids continue their game..."YEAH WE NOT
SCARED!"
The whole thing is making me laugh. This is the stuff childhood is made of. Soon Everett intentionally broke his egg on a mini play slide and they squawked about it so I told them all to wash the slide with the hose. Of course they all got wet and made a water slide out of the situation. I'm so cranky from a series of prior events that I can hardly see then fun in this. It's cold water and not a hot enough day and I'll have to dry them off and clothe them all over again. I think it will be only a matter of minutes before Everett is crying from the cold water. I need to make dinner and mop the kitchen floor. Everett hurt me with the weed eater today.* Everett has been teething molars and crying for four days. I don't feel sleepy-tired but I'm so worn out. My debit card is missing. I wanted to clean the bathroom 2 days ago...
I feel rather Scrooge McDuck about the whole water-play thing.
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| Bahh kids and their "fun" |
I'm shaking my head as if I don't understand kids at all ...but then I crack a half smile anyway. This is the stuff childhood is made of…and cranky grownups like me should let kids have their fun anyway.
Later the kids file into the house sopping and muddy, with grass stuck to them asking for a hot bath. Even they were surprised at the mud and grass left behind in their bathwater.
~~~
So, it’s been a rough four days in toddler-land. Everett is
teething molars and is a bear to handle. I think he also had a touch of a cold
but I’m not sure. A couple kids had mild diarrhea and couple kids a mild cold over about
a 3 days span, it was strange but thankfully all is good now. However,
four days of screaming toddler fits left me
totally wrung out. Kids that are angry when they don't feel good are SO hard! I
wish he just wanted to lie around while I held him; instead he wants to burn
the house down and throw oatmeal. Today we made cinnamon (biscuit) donuts and play dough. I tried to get motivated to get housework
done but I really just wanted to be outside.
*The Weed Eater
I love yard work/gardening/the outdoors. Every summer I say
that if I had to get a job I’d want to do yards. I really truly enjoy it and I enjoy
mowing! Last weekend was rainy and we didn’t get any of the weed eating done
that Ricky had planned on so I decided I’d tackle the front myself. I hate loading the weed eater string. It’s a
total pain. The weed eater is a nice new electric one though, which is SO MUCH
EASIER to run than the old gas one we had. I still haven’t mastered the string
though. It’s always been extremely frustrating to me that I can’t load a weed eater.
While
I
was trying to reload the string Everett came up to me and grabbed the
weed
eater. I told him to let go and to stop but of course he didn’t. I never
thought in one hundred years he’d place his fingers over the safe-start
button lock
and the trigger at the same time and start the dang thing up. It’s not
terribly
hard to do, but it’s still a fluke he did it. Leave it up to a toddler
to
figure out something dangerous in literally 7 seconds time. I should
have
removed the battery before doing the string, lesson learned now. He
started up
the weed eater as it rested on my pregnant belly; all the parts I was
trying to insert into the head flew out of my
hand and the string whipped my shirt/belly. I threw the thing away from
me in one
swift motion. I hollered at Everett and told him how dangerous that was. I
sat
him down inside and he cried a little bit. Being "in trouble" is short
lived when
you are a toddler however, since you have severely selective emotional
recall and
very little concept of cause and effect. I lifted my shirt to see a red
whipped
belly and one small cut that was red and trying to bleed. I felt so sad
and
frustrated. I watched Everett toddle back outdoors by himself as my eyes
welled up with tears.
I wasn’t really hurt, but it still hurt. I didn’t like that it was my
pregnant belly, I didn’t like that it could have hit my face, I didn't
like that I should have been in a safer place away from a toddler in the
first place (for him and I both). I think my feelings were
hurt too! Also since I couldn’t
get the string in right I was giving up and presumably because of
being pregnant and extra sensitive I just wanted to sob. I've never seen
the 1992 film 'A League of Their Own' but I thought about the famous line from it and replaced it with, "There is no crying in lawn maintenance!" I gathered myself up and showed Everett the mark on my
belly and he kissed my belly and said “sorry mama.” He’s
a sweet little guy like
that --usually! Ricky called me later and I told him what happened, he
felt bad for me
and was concerned. THAT made me feel better; a little genuine concern
and sympathy
for the emotional pregnant lady from the hubby = gold. :) Ricky came home
and helped me finish up the yard and now it's pretty. The grass is green
and things are looking good. Spring feel SO good.
Other Weekly Tidbits I want to save for memory sake:
Serious Sebastian
While talking about skydiving Sebastian (4.5) dead seriously told me and Charlotte that, "Parachuting is more dangerous if you don't have a parachute." We chuckled and told him he was right. He sensed we weren't taking him seriously enough and even more DEAD seriously and wide-eyed he followed up with, "It is. It really is. In real life, it is dangerous!"
We were dying. It was SO cute and funny.
Hammocks
Layla(8) told me this wonderful gem of a story. She was in the hammock out back relaxing when she said out loud to herself, "Ahhh this is the life!" Everett (2) within earshot toddled up and rudely kicked her out of the hammock. He climbed on in and said, "Ahhh life!"
You know you have a big family when...
Layla(8): How many people are in the bath right now?
Me: Three
Layla: Oh man. I wanted to get in.
Other Weekly Tidbits I want to save for memory sake:
Serious Sebastian
While talking about skydiving Sebastian (4.5) dead seriously told me and Charlotte that, "Parachuting is more dangerous if you don't have a parachute." We chuckled and told him he was right. He sensed we weren't taking him seriously enough and even more DEAD seriously and wide-eyed he followed up with, "It is. It really is. In real life, it is dangerous!"
We were dying. It was SO cute and funny.
Hammocks
Layla(8) told me this wonderful gem of a story. She was in the hammock out back relaxing when she said out loud to herself, "Ahhh this is the life!" Everett (2) within earshot toddled up and rudely kicked her out of the hammock. He climbed on in and said, "Ahhh life!"
You know you have a big family when...
Layla(8): How many people are in the bath right now?
Me: Three
Layla: Oh man. I wanted to get in.
Toddler Fun
I asked Everett (2) to 'show me my sweet boy.' He looks at me, hugs me with big arms, and smiles...then he wipes his nose on his shirt. I say playfully, "You have boogers do you!?" He says, "Mama booger boy!!" and points to me cheerfully. LOL. He's mama's booger boy now. Too funny. :)
Locked Out
Sebastian, Penelope, Layla and I were waiting for Layla's bus outside and Everett (2) locked us out. He was laughing at the door! I had to walk into the muddy, wet goose and guinea pen with bare feet and throw rocks at Charlotte's window to wake her and tell her we were locked out. She laughed at us (I would have too!) I was also armed with a shovel because Mr. T the male guinea started trying to chase me around the pen lol. To much excitement for one morning. Coffee and breakfast now I guess. And I need to wash my feet.
Our Wild Boys
Everett takes two butter knives out of the dish washer and starts karate chopping high into the air and making a ruckus like a total insane maniac, then he chucks them down the basement stairs. I look at Sage and say, "Do you really hope this new baby is a girl too?" Sage totally laughs and says, "Yeah, we have enough boys right now." LOL! :)
I asked Everett (2) to 'show me my sweet boy.' He looks at me, hugs me with big arms, and smiles...then he wipes his nose on his shirt. I say playfully, "You have boogers do you!?" He says, "Mama booger boy!!" and points to me cheerfully. LOL. He's mama's booger boy now. Too funny. :)
Locked Out
Sebastian, Penelope, Layla and I were waiting for Layla's bus outside and Everett (2) locked us out. He was laughing at the door! I had to walk into the muddy, wet goose and guinea pen with bare feet and throw rocks at Charlotte's window to wake her and tell her we were locked out. She laughed at us (I would have too!) I was also armed with a shovel because Mr. T the male guinea started trying to chase me around the pen lol. To much excitement for one morning. Coffee and breakfast now I guess. And I need to wash my feet.
Our Wild Boys
Everett takes two butter knives out of the dish washer and starts karate chopping high into the air and making a ruckus like a total insane maniac, then he chucks them down the basement stairs. I look at Sage and say, "Do you really hope this new baby is a girl too?" Sage totally laughs and says, "Yeah, we have enough boys right now." LOL! :)
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