A Story for My Dad

Yesterday was such an incredibly busy day! We had mom's group in the morning, got home and after nap Joel's brother came for supper. After supper, there was softball and then I drove the puppy and girls home by myself. Joel and Jason were going to play basketball at a church that is doing Monday night basketball. The ride home was horrible. I would like you to imagine 20 minutes of a poor puppy yelping, screaming in his cage while I am trying to drive and Pnut keeps saying "stop screaming Java." I am not looking forward to taking him to the vet next week. Ugh. When we got home, I put the girls to bed after comforting Java for a few minutes, and then Java and I laid on the couch for an hour and a half watching episodes of the Thin Blue Line that Joel got out of the library for me. That was nice!:)

Java is just like a baby. He wants attention all the time when he is awake. He follows me from room to room, and if he is awake when I am working, he thinks we should be like this:



Do you know how hard it is to move your foot up and down witha puppy balanced on your lap?

It was raining on and off today so we didn't go to the playground. The girls have this neat paper and markers from Crayola that is neon when it dries on the paper. They really enjoy using it, but I try to save it for days when we have to stay inside. Pilly actually has excellent fine motor skills (I think anyways). She draws circles. She doesn't know what they are, but she makes a circular motion. Pnut is getting very good at coloring in the lines on pictures. She loves to color in eyes. She will go through her coloring books turning the pages and coloring in the eyes. I digress though. Here is Pnut's artwork:



It is hard to catch her smiling because she will do a big one for the camera but she doesn't hold it long enough.

Pilly loves to color:



Now, I would like you to go back and look at those pictures in case you didn't notice. Look at both girls' left hands. Pnut was tracing her hand, and Pilly saw her doing it. I stepped away to get a wet washcloth or something, and I turned around and Pilly's arm was orange! That girl.

I want you to look at this picture:



Isn't she so lovely and charming and with such beautiful eyes? What a sweet baby! This little girl has been a delight since she was born. She was such an easy baby and gets along so well with her sister. She is funny and cute and loves to give kisses. I fear for that. I am afraid it is all coming to an end. Tonight, we were in the living room, and she picked her nose and wiped a booger on the couch. My sweet baby! How could she do such a thing?! I have an even better story though. My dad will like this story. Everyone else will probably be disgusted.

This morning while I was taking my shower, the girls and dog were supposed to be in the girls' room. As I was turning off the water, Pnut starts yelling, "Mommy, Sissy has poop on her hands!" Then Pilly comes into the bathroom with arms extended saying "poop." Her hands and arm were smeared with it. Apparently, Java had pooped on Pnut's bed and Pilly handled it. When I ran into the room to find the poop (after cleaning her up), I could not find it. Not anywhere. I was panicing. I asked Pnut where it was, and she said "She ate it." Oh my. I was horrorfied. I couldn't believe it. I checked all over their room, though, and I couldn't find it anywhere. I smelled Pilly's breath, and it didn't smell like poop so I didn't think she could have. Especially without throwing up. I ran down to our room to find the dog who had disappeared, and while there, I noticed a few pieces on the floor. Apparently, he had actually gone in our room and just got a little on her bed and Pilly smashed all of that. Oh, the relief I felt. But still, why is she even handling that stuff? Gross!

So tonight, after this crazy day, I am feeling rather unmotivated. I can't quite decide what project to start next. I am trying to work out patterns for the girls pants so that they fit correctly. I don't want to waste anymore material so I want to get it right. I should probably try it out in muslin first. I don't know if I will, but I know I should. I think I will go devour some ice cream. *Sigh* I worry about my widening rear end, but I don't help it by eating ice cream every night.

I hope you all have had a poopy-hands-free day!:)