I know I started a blog last month and never finished it up with part two. I haven't forgotten, I've just lost interest for the moment. But, we've had a few funnies lately that I just had to share before I file them safely in each of the girls' books.
At the deer lease, we stay in a tiny travel trailer. It is much better than couped up with other family members with our three children, but seriously, a family of 5 does not belong in a 25 foot travel trailer. But, we were in the trailer. Kennedy and Taylor were on the "bed" which can also be the kitchen table with just a few clicks and snaps. Blake and I were outside sitting by the fire. Chad was in "the office", which most of us call the restroom. If you've never experienced life in a travel trailer, let me just say that the gap at the top and bottom of the bathroom door is um...huge. Kennedy and Taylor came out of the trailer. I asked what they were doing and Kennedy said, "uh, Taylor and I just need a courtesy flush from Daddy!"
Later that weekend as we were preparing to leave, we had to take care of our favorite things. I know this post may be developing a stinking theme, but life in a travel trailer S.T.I.N.K.S. The sewer tank must be emptied. Our hillbilly children refer to this process as "cleaning out the pooper". Taylor came to me as I was gathering things to take back home for the week and asked if I was going to "clean out the pooper". I very nicely replied, "nope, that's a boy's job". She very seriously looked at me and said, "yeah, and girls can just watch them if they want to, huh?" Yep Tater, if you want to watch them clean out the sewer, knock yourself out!
Finally...
Tonight was stressful.
~Blake did not have an afternoon nap.
~Blake has learned to crawl all over the house in the last few days.
Blake crawled down the hall into her room. She attempted to pull up on something that was not "pull up approved". It fell over and hit her on the cheekbone. Prior to this incident, Taylor jumped up from her seat at the table where she was coloring and attempted to run to the restroom. However, she ran over Blake and knocked her over on the tile floor. So, Blake had a red spot on one cheek from Taylor's knee, a red spot on her head where she fell over when Taylor bumped her, and a knot on her cheek bone which will probably be her first black eye. She looked terrible, felt terrible, and was a grouch! I was trying to feed the crying, spoon-slapping, exhausted child in the highchair while everyone else was eating. Taylor said, "Momma, can you go get me some more green beans?" As Chad was sitting at the other end of the table feeding himself and nothing more, I asked Taylor, "why do you always say Momma?" She looked at me like I had two heads and said, "what do you want me to call you? Shannon?"
Yes, this is the crazy life that I live and I love.
