Playing goofy golf at our family reunion
I should be going to bed. I should be posting about my fabulous thrifting finds. I should be (finally!) posting the wheat bread tutorial I took so many pictures for...
but I'm posting about my kids.
Mimi is a dream right now. Life is good, life is exciting. Putting small items in buckets is pretty much her favorite thing to do. We spent an hour on a picnic blanket this afternoon- I was flopped on my stomach, reading a book, while Mimi crawled over me, under me, sat on my head, and generally had a blast. When she got bored with the Mommy Jungle Gym, we wrestled. The air was warm and a teeny bit muggy, the sunlight was slanted and orange, the sky was bright blue, and I thought "THIS is perfect."
Ernie...is Displeased. She's 4, and why shouldn't she make just as many choices as Mommy?
"Time to get ready for bed, Ernie!"
"But I decided to watch a movie!"
"Come inside Ernie!"
"But I decided to shut the garage door!" (after I've already done it. This has, in the past, created 20 minute throw-down tantrums.)
"Here's ice cream, Ernie!"
"I want sprinkles on it. And I want chocolate milk. And a straw."
"We're having pizza for dinner."
"I want chips. I want more milk. Mommy? What are we having for dessert?"
"There's no dessert tonight. If you're hungry, you can eat your dinner."
"BUT I DECIDED TO HAVE DESSERT TONIGHT!"
Is it normal for Mommy to have the urge to throw Ernie, and her un-touched dinner, through the nearest window?
She has such big plans, and tells me in no uncertain terms when I don't measure up.
I love all my children. I adore all my children. But golly gee whitakers... those preschoolers are a tough crowd!