leslie had a great day at school today! she came home with numbers written on her arm (0-4) and we’ve talked about them a LOT. when i picked her up this afternoon her teacher said, “leslie, get mommy’s present out of your pocket.” leslie reached into her coat pocket and pulled her hand out in a tight fist. she said, “here mommy. i got you zero candy.” and then she grinned the sweetest grin and said, “gotcha! zero means nothing!” (she needed a little help from her teacher coming up with the last part of that, but she is a genius nonetheless.) i pray this trend continues and that yesterday’s incident will quickly be forgotten and never repeated.
in other news, lucy is sick. she was having trouble breathing this afternoon, so i took her to the pediatrician. luckily, it’s not the flu! instead, it’s an upper respiratory virus which is causing all sorts of yummy drainage and leakage, plus a high fever. she’s on a decongestant to help with that, so hopefully tomorrow will be a little better than today. we’re supposed to go to cincinnati this weekend to visit michael’s mom and dad, but that trip may get put on hold if lucy still has a fever tomorrow.
and finally, my friend april sent me this and i just think it’s too funny to not share. enjoy.
A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and 20 wrappers strewn all around the front yard.
The door of his wife’s car was open, and so was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall.
In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.
In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened.
He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door.
As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over
the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.
As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel.
She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.
He looked at her bewildered and asked, “What happened here today?”
She again smiled and answered, “You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?”
“Yes,” was his incredulous reply.
She answered, “Well, today I didn’t do it.”