Awkward . . .
|Ava and Wyatt reverently observing our Lenten candles.|
|spelling lesson. looks like some handwriting practice is in order too. . .|
Usually usual around here. We went to the park during one of the glorious sunbreaks we've been having here in the valley, and it turned into this tromp through a bog. If you don't have kids, you might not understand how the words "I have to poop" can strike such pain and anxiety in a mother's heart when said mother is out at the park and the restrooms at said park are obnoxiously "closed for season." What are my choices? Load up and hurry home? Find a shovel and some bushes? (I'm totally kidding. I would (most likely) never do this at a public park.) Then I remembered that there is an outhouse on the far side of the park next to the soccer fields and we are saved! Or something.
|Ava sewing and listening to an audio book|
|one of her creations. I just realized it's sideways, but I'm way too lazy to rotate it and reload it.|
The other day I was walking around doing various tasks and I became aware of the children screaming and running anytime I entered a room, saying to each other: "Look out, it's the giant!! LOOKOUT! GIANT!" Guess that's me. At least they were working together to overcome adversity instead of screeching about who was breathing on whom.
|standard Charlotte expression. (Charlotte is being held by my aunt in this photo,|
but I wasn't sure if she'd want to be posted. . .)
I was smiling at an English muffin that Charlotte had been munching on, laughing to Ava about the little baby bites around the edges. Ava laughed politely with me, and then turns to her little friend (who was over for lunch) and says, "awkward. . ."
Um, what?? I have since determined that she does not really know what the word means because she used it about a hundred times in the following 7 minutes. Let me give you a definition child. You are in a public restroom and your potty-training firstborn sings loudly: "Good job Mama, you pooped!" Awkward.