This weekend we did a bit of yard work to help the house look a bit nicer in case we need to sell it this summer. Last year we spent a few hundred dollars putting in some nice bark. Well, what we didn’t know is that the wind out here is terrible, and all our hard work and money would be blown away. This time we went with rock, which weirdly enough was cheaper anyways. Only 40 bucks for an entire pickup full. Of course, we picked the cheaper lava rock, but that’s because we didn’t want to spend oodles of money to make a house we don’t plan on staying in super fancy. But I still think it looks nice.
Brynlee came out to check on what was going on.
I guess she was offended somehow, because she promptly stomped back into the house and disappeared for a few minutes. We heard some banging around, but like the good parents we are, just let her alone and waited to see what she would come up with. It’s one of those parenting things where you don’t want to go look at the mess they are creating because then you’ll have to clean it up. Turns out she wasn’t making a mess, she was packing.
She started right for the truck, only to stop and tell us She had packed lots of things and was going to go to Papa and Gaga’s house, and then to Quarter’s (Coraline’s) house to play. We told her we weren’t taking her to papa and gaga’s today. She said that was okay, she would drive all by herself and we would stay home. When she figured out that wasn’t going to happen, she stomped back into the house.
“Well crud, now what to I do?”
“ I know, look very sad and see if they change their minds.”
“Here we go, this is pretty pathetic, this’ll get to em…..”
“There, now it’s obvious I’m upset. They should be getting really concerned and running to me any moment…….huh…still not working, better go another step further.”
“There, I have to be looking pretty pathetic and disappointed now, they will for sure drive me to Papa and Gaga’s house.”
“Well they just aren’t getting the point, maybe I’ll just try again.”
“Squirrel!” Austin at this point had the hose out and was washing off the rock and watering the plants.
“whatcha doin dad?”
“hey, don’t spray that at MIMI!.” She then gave him a good taking to about getting her wet.
And then she had forgotten about her trip she was going to take and started playing again. If you’re wondering what was in her bag, it was only the most important things…all the silverware out of our silverware drawer, her sunglasses, and her water babies bottles. That’s apparently what all the clanging was. And you know something sadly pathetic about myself? They are still in her backpack. This morning when I needed a fork I went and got one out, and left the rest there. Eventually today I’ll put them back....maybe.
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