Sunday evening, laundry put away, a marketing plan as close to finished as possible, and the dog snoring happily next to me. Ahhhh, silence. Blissful.
Arden was in rare form tonight at dinner, screeching at the top of her lungs and grinning madly at anyone who would catch her eye. She ate a ton of food (I literally think it was close to a ton) and looked like one of those newly hatched birds when they brought out the ice cream - she just sat in her seat with her mouth wide open, flapping her arms up and down excitedly until one of us would put a spoonful of whipped cream or ice cream in her mouth. Seconds after she swallowed it, her mouth would open up again.
Lily was also fairly well behaved tonight and most of the day. She made it all day without accidents and was very pleased with herself. We went to Deep Run Park this afternoon and she must have gone down the “big kids” slide about 50 times. She is in a deep coma as I write this - no nap and lots of activity today, including what Mike called the “shortest bike ride in the history of bike rides”. Her bike has training wheels but it requires a lot of physical effort for her to move it even slightly, so she tires quickly.
She has taken to “preaching” to me - reiterating things I’ve said to her, with her finger in the air, almost as if she’s in the pulpit looking down at one of her sinners. Today when I was putting clothes away and cleaning out all the things she can’t wear anymore, she wanted me to let her throw the folded clothing around. I told her no, and she put her hand in the air and said firmly, “Mommy, you are not sharing nicely. SHARE with me!” I tried not to laugh. It was hilarious. The expression on her face must be what I look like to her.
Today at the park there was this hugely obese man sitting next to me. He had been trying to get his daughter to pay attention to him and come when he called her - she completely ignored him. At first I thought she might literally be deaf, but it turns out she just ignores her dad. He and I started chatting about potty training and other scintillating topics and he asked me if I liked McDonald’s. I told him I didn’t, but Lily loved it, so we went there frequently. We started comparing different play areas and one of the McDonald’s with a ball pit came up. He got pretty excited and told me that he got some email (probably a chain email) saying that a 4 year old boy had a welt on his rump after playing the ball pit. The next day, he was dead - supposedly there was a hypodermic needle in the ball pit with enough heroin or whatever left in it to cause him to overdose. OKAY. I guess I just get to the point where I could feel insane about everything - paranoia is easy these days, with all the kidnappings, disappearances, sexual predators, and internet myths floating around. And now I’m supposed to fear the ball pit?!?! What next! I need to check that story out on snopes.com.
I’m wireless now, so I can sit in bed and blog. No excuses not to write anymore!
