After four changes of clothing, one very muddy fall, and one shower later, Lauren and Chloe finally decided it was too wet to play outside today. In my defense I went to the library this week and came home with several good books to hold their interest for a while. But coming into the room I hear Lauren quizzing Chloe.
"Would you rather be a small business owner with a suit that maximized cleavage, or a retired dental hygienist with a suit that minimized your hips?"
Tough call. The words cleavage and hygienist were mispronounced and I called her on it. "Do you know what cleavage is?" "No, should I Mom?" Maybe, maybe not, not today at least. Quit reading about swimsuits that flatter middle-aged women and go outside.
Summer time boredom... :)
July 2010 p. 136
rain rain...
It's not a good sign when you've only downloaded pictures one time each month for three months. There haven't been too many taken lately with no good excuses. I don't want Ivy to wonder why her toddlerhood wasn't documented, life just gets busy. We've had a very rainy spring, evidenced by the huge puddles in the street and the bumper crop of dandelions here. Funny to me how our yard would stick out like a sore thumb in our old neighborhood, but here it blends in with most the other yards. Weeds run amuck in the country. I love the view past Ivy's soggy bottom to the end of the road, straight up to the green hillside. Makes me want to put on some running shoes and head out at sunset.
After another mostly rainy Saturday morning the sun popped out and so did these fresh-faced beauties Lauren and Chloe, escaping the house. Noah soon followed and I peeked in to see Ivy banging her head against the window, never wanting to be left behind in anything. While my Mom and I stood out visiting and shooing kids off the road when the occasional car puttered by the kids had a grand time getting wet and muddy, some muddier than others. Unfortunately I have no pictures capturing the priceless look of your child tasting dirt for the first time. But seeing Ivy's look of regret and disgust makes me laugh! A neighbor drove by, rolled down his window and remarked how he never thought he'd see the day when my kids were getting wet and muddy in the street. So here you have it, proof in pictures that we Hansens know what warm puddles are for! Happy spring!
