The kids caught me enjoying a mug of apple cider. Shortly after, the jug was empty. Boo hoo.
My little Bean fell into the toilet. When you have a really small behind, singing and dancing while you sit on the pot is not the very best idea. But like I've said before, she is a tough cookie and recovered from it surprisingly quick. Sometimes the best lessons are the ones with natural consequences.
The big rooster. *sigh* He decided to pick a fight with me.
I know that look in his eye. The way he cocked his head to the side and stepped toward me. That confrontational moment. If you don't know roosters, dear reader, let me tell you one thing. You never back down. Or you lose. You must always ALWAYS be the bigger rooster. Even when Spring seems to be on track for an early arrival and the big daddy roo-a-roo hormones are raging. The dude has long sharp spurs, and his attitude toward my small children depends on who he perceives as being in charge here.
That would be me. No room for error.
(Or my husband. I'm okay with that too.)
Red picked an interesting moment for the battle. I had just stepped out of the barn, holding my little girl, who was in turn holding two fragile eggs... which meant I didn't have a lot of speed or ability to put my actually-yes-I-am-the-bigger-rooster moves on him. You might think that gave him the advantage, but it only meant he wasn't as soundly punished as he might have otherwise been.
Don't worry. His ego was really the only thing bruised.
My first grader decided his school lunch was inedible. When you try to fuel your entire day on nothing but (okay, thankfully he had his hearty oatmeal breakfast) three cupcakes and a handful of baby-sized carrots... and then decide the pasta mom made for supper is gross... it makes everyone's evening rotten.
And then, when I splashed into rather than stepped through my kitchen, I decided it wasn't such a bad thing. Because the floor probably needed to be cleaned anyway. I tried to fix the problem, but it appeared I only made it worse, so I decided a bucket would be a fine temporary fix. I am many things, but a plumber? Not me. I have experience in my prior life in the exciting world of Biotechnology, where I did honestly try to be a plumber on occasion. It involved three hundred rabbits, a plugged drain, a shop vac and some duct tape. The whole truth, I swear.
I realized that with this amazing mild winter we've had, I could be using my clothesline. Something I love. I was sort of frustrated that it hadn't crossed my mind a few months ago.
So it seemed somehow appropriate that the next morning, my sheets were still tangled up out there, crusted with frost and flapping in the fog.
12 comments:
Doesn't every girl fall into the toilet at least once in her life? ;)
Your lack of snow matches ours. Bit of snow in the ditches... that's it.
I thought about hanging laundry out yesterday... but was too lazy. ;)
My daughter was FOREVER afraid of the toilet when she was little. I had to hold her darling little hand for fear she would fall in! Thank goodness she never did or she just might still be using her pants! Your Bean sure is a trooper!
A rooster vs. a Mother Bear. Yeah. No contest!
The clothesline makes me sigh. We are not allowed clotheslines where I live. Absurd, ridiculous and infuriating. I miss laundry blowing in the breeze. I remember from childhood. And the smell of the sheets after. Smells like sleeping under the stars.
yes where is all the snow?! None really here either. The sharing of your day gave me energy to approach MY day. We are all sisters in this whole Life thing (and plus, if it still hasn't snowed, your sheets will eventually thaw out, right?!)
Our winter has been weird too. So much sunshine!
Love the picture of the sheets. Were they flapping in the wind or had they frozen like that? :)
I'm glad you said it first: "Spring seems to be on track for an early arrival." I've been holding back on saying that - anywhere - for fear of jinxing it. I did have a dream I was planting my garden in April - not just potatoes and such - everything.
Clothes on the line in February? Yes, a great idea!
Oh your poor poor Bean!!! I would have had to bleach her.
That photo of the clothesline is quite possibly one of my favorite favorite favorites ever!!! It is just WOW. The softness, the colors, the hazy fog in the background.... oh my word. LOVE it. That needs to be hanging in your home.
That toilet story is priceless! I caught mine playing in ours before deciding to pee in it today. He was totally just wetting his hair.
Apple cider sounds amazing. No wonder it's all gone!
And, gah, that last image...so in love with it. I've just been too lazy to use my awesome retractable line. So miss the days when I had a real clothesline on poles and everything. Sheets in the wind are the best. Though, I can't say how sheets with frost might be ;)
When my daughter was smaller she fell in the toilet, too. I told her she had fallen into the pot. From then on she told everyone she fell into the tea pot!
I should have been using my close line, too, however we have dropped back down to the 30's with 20's for highs coming in a couple of days.
Oh, my! I hope your week has gotten better! :-)
oh, man! That's pretty horrible.
Maybe you need to eat a peanut butter sandwich?
Or chocolate?
Or plant a garden?
Or brush your teeth?
Anything that may make you feel better!
I love your foggy, frosty clothesline!
That last sentence just sounds like how my winter is going. Not that I hang clothes out... but in a metaphorical sense.
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