Before I share with you about that nasty runny nose, let me tell you what happened Tuesday night. I slipped out for a little breather and made my way down the "glass" aisle at TJMAXX, where I found THE PERFECT cake plate and dome lid! I've been looking for a plain, NOT multi use - just a plain, but with a hint of funkiness, cake plate and dome lid for about nine years. I finally found it. For $12.99. Loved the base. Loved the dome. Loved the exaggerated height of the dome. Loved the handle for lifting the dome. It was EVERYTHING I'd wanted.
I purchased said item. The clerk carefully wrapped it. As soon as I got home, I showed The Engineer, who argued that it wasn't really glass. It was, in fact, he claimed, most definitely acrylic. I argued that it was NOT acrylic. He argued back that it didn't feel like glass and therefore could NOT be glass. I reached for an acrylic ice bucket to let him feel something acrylic. As I was moving towards him with ice bucket in hand, he lifted the dome lid and squeezed it to his chest...AND SHATTERED IT.
I burst into tears...quickly followed by laughter.
He felt awful.
Sigh. There was only one. Oh well. We are still laughing hysterically about it.
Ok, about that snotty nose. She's under the weather. Again. She coughed through the night and woke this morning with a nasty mustache of green snot. Delish.
And she took a bit of a tumble. Okay, she face planted on the driveway. It took me a few seconds to gather my courage and lift her bloody upper lip. I was terrified of what I might find. Her teeth are just fine and there were no puncture wounds.
Yesterday Little Man got on Sister's bike and took off. Just like that. So I took the training wheels off his bike and away he went! Other than a head-on collision with a Camellia bush, he's done just fine.
A few nights ago I was getting the girls out of the tub when I noticed Sister eyeing Little Bit's thighs. Sister piped up and said, "Oh Little Bit! You just have the cutest turkey rolls!" (referring to her, albeit small, roll...)
I whole heartedly agreed at which time Sister piped up and said, "And Mama, you just have the cutest turkey rolls, too!"
Warrior continues to be a thorn in my flesh. I sent out an S.O.S. to The Engineer, requesting prayer this morning - it was a rough one - and the Holy Spirit brought calm to my heart where there had been a storm. I am so thankful for that!
During school this morning, Sister had to read a list of words and make a sentence with each one. She came to the word "ham" and said, "Ham. Ham, like when you kill a turkey. Ham happens."
I LOVE this girl!
And this little dude (and Little Bit, too!)!
Yesterday afternoon he came in from playing outside. He made a bee line for the den, where he paced for a bit, and then came to me and said, "I accidentally poked a hole in the house and stuck sump-thin in der accidentally."
I'm not really sure how you accidentally poke a hole in the side of the house with a spring and then get it stuck in there accidentally.
But, somehow, it just happened. Accidentally.
He also accidentally broke an egg. An egg I told him NOT to touch. Hmm... accidents happen, huh?
I recently learned he and a friend of his spent their playground time chasing "Battlehorn."
After lengthy discussion, we've determined Little Man and said friend have bestowed the name "Battlehorn" upon some unsuspecting child, whom they are now chasing.
It's also been brought to my attention that Little Man and said friend like to sing "tee tee poo poo" at school. Uh-huh. What a little gentleman!