This yummy mushroom was quietly sitting (because some mushrooms are unruly?) in the wet morning grass this morning. It was bigger than my fist! You can tell by the size of the clover it is plopped on. HUGE! Gross!
My feet hit the dew-covered grass WAY too early in the morning. That's when we found the brain. Every morning my youngest (an early-riser) opens his eyes, calls to me from the crib and as soon as he sees my face he smiles and then says, "Ow-see-yi?" Translation: "How about taking me outside this fine morning, Mom. I know you haven't had your coffee and you could probably skin a wild boar with your breath, but wouldn't walking around in the wet grass in your bare feet, without a bra just make your day?"
So many of you leave comments about how GOOD I am when it comes to crafts and creative stuff. How I am not afraid to make a mess and let me kids have a great time creating something that will probably go down in history as the most beads on a single piece of paper! But I don't do everything in my Mommy Job description with that much vigor!
Well, I can't stand playing outside! OK?! That's where you are one up on me! I don't know what it is. My kids are always outside and we play soccer, hide and seek, we sled, we have lemonade stands but I don't love strolling around, chasing balls off the street, catching lightening bugs, etc. I just don't. (Shhhh. My kids don't know this!)
I guess it goes along with the CAMPING ISSUE I have! I have the same complaints about being outside in my own yard as I have about camping in a tent.
BUGS
Although I am not afraid of bugs, honestly...they really don't bother me, I just feel assaulted by them when I step out the door. I would never choose to WEAR a spider web in my hair. I would never put ants in my shoes on purpose. And if you don't want to get stepped on, get the heck outta my way! Don't just sit there!
And, under NO circumstances should I have to go NINJA on a praying mantis to get my caffeine fix! For these reasons, being outside and vying for my own personal space is a little too high maintenance for me.
I start to yell when he heads for their garage and I am still stuck under the neighbor's deck. In he goes, grabs the toy of his choice and darts around the other side of their house. And the chase is on...all the while they are sitting at the table eating breakfast and watching me run through their backyard like it's some kind of obstacle course.
...and this is what I left behind. I thought maybe, just maybe, I could sit and sip my coffee in my favorite mug and enjoy my current read while he played in the sand! Nope. Not today.
SWEAT
I am really uncomfortable with sweat. I don't like to feel it drip. I can't stand when my clothes stick to me. I prefer climate control. I just like to be dry! And I just lo(insert sarcastic voice)ooove that at 7:00 am, while we are already playing 'ow-see-yi', the career moms drive by all primped and pretty with their AC cranked! They wave as I quickly wipe yesterday's makeup out from under my eyes and hope they don't notice I am in the same sweatpants I was in when I saw them at WalMart the day before. (nope, no pictures of this category!)
and TEARS
My youngest doesn't really play...with anything. He just bounces around from garage to sandbox to neighbor's playset to swings to under the deck to the street and so on and so on and so on. He also has selective hearing, he is 3, that's his job! So, I calmly call to him as he crosses the line from our yard to the neighbor's. My voice gets a bit firmer as he makes a run for their cat.
I start to yell when he heads for their garage and I am still stuck under the neighbor's deck. In he goes, grabs the toy of his choice and darts around the other side of their house. And the chase is on...all the while they are sitting at the table eating breakfast and watching me run through their backyard like it's some kind of obstacle course.
...and this is what I left behind. I thought maybe, just maybe, I could sit and sip my coffee in my favorite mug and enjoy my current read while he played in the sand! Nope. Not today.Oh, and then there was THIS...
"D O N 'T T O U C H T H E P O O P!!!"
12 comments:
I am SO with you on the outside thing. Bugs and sweat are two of my definite not faves!
I am with you on the camping thing, but I don't mind being outdoors , in cooler weather though.
I, too, want to watch them play from a quiet seat on the porch. My friend and I actually scrapbooked from her lovely deck. But we were interrupted many times by the fights, falls, frantic screams from our own children and the neighborhood children.
Hey, what happen to OHM Tuesday?
I am leaving central PA to get back on track with the OHM. I had six brownies last night. (Ok, exaggerating a little...I think it was more like four.)
Love T
Yeah, the outside thing can be mind numbing dull for me! We have this fabulous fenced in backyard with a great swingset but there is always a reason they don't want to play there. They want to play in the front yard! My 3 year old just wants to run up and down the sidewalk. Seriously? Where's the fun in that? At least I'm getting a little exercise.
OK, first picture looks like a BUTT.
Last picture is of POO.
You do the math.
Since I know how much you Luuuuuv them...tag!
Ha - We have the same problems with dodging the poop in our yard! I'm not sure when I became the keeper of the backyard poops.
That "brain" looked like another part of the anatomy to me! Love the ninja mantis pic!
I also thought the mushroom looked like a butt! I love your blog, and I especially love how your kids are getting involved with blogging, too. What a terrific way to teach them multi-lessons at the same time (technology, therapy, creative writing, etc.)
I hate camping, too, and I'm a Girl Scout leader! My girls are older now, and they prefer hotel camping! I trained them right!
Kudos to you for all that you do for so many.
God Bless
stlmom
That is hilarious. Am very much with you on the whole camping issue, although it's a whole different ball game here in England. it's usually so cold you don't get much in the way of bugs and you're usually too busy praying it doesn't rain hard enough to bring the tent down to worry how much dirt the children have rammed up their toe nails!
My 7 yo came by while I was reading this post and said, "Is that POOP?"
"Yes," I replied. "See. 'Don't touch the poop.'"
I think he enjoyed that someone put a picture of poop on their blog. He's like that.
Hi Michelle, I lost your email addy from when you made me the Namesakes but I wanted to tell you something. I posted a blog today about a project that American Express has going on. I choose the Sunshine Project and the money they could win would go towards Pediatric Cancer. If your interested in helping me spread the word about it I would totally appreciate it! Let me know :)
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