Minefield
The weather in Rochester has been pretty damp lately. Because of such, there has been a drastic increase in the number of worms that are appearing on the driveway. Cardin has developed a phobia of the worms and when she see’s one on the driveway she shouts, bull horn style, “EWWW…WORM MOMMA”. I can’t quite get her to understand the concept that she can easily just step over or around the worm and avoid them altogether.
We’ve had a couple of nice afternoons weather wise and my mom took her out one day to play for a few minutes. Cardin proceeded to get out the chalk and walk to each worm on the driveway and place a circle around it. As though she was marking out a minefield.
I’m not really sure the purpose of this mission. Perhaps it was just for greater visibility to places she should not walk. Perhaps she feels it is some sort of magic circle that, once the worm is enclosed in, will repel the foul creature from further malicious activity that threatens her feet. Either way, I’m certain her disgust will prevent her from being that kid that picks up the worm and swallows it.
Wake up Call
About 4 am this morning, I was sleeping on my stomach, with my face looking to the outside of the mattress when Cardin wandered into our room. I must have been in an extremely deep sleep as I usually hear her call or get down out of bed. Not so much this time.
In fact, her wake up call this time was much more blunt than usual. She stuck her face about 2 millimeters from mine and screamed “MOMMY” at the top of her lungs. I was so startled that I screamed “AHHHH” back at her. Which, I’m sure she did not enjoy for two reasons. A) it’s unpleasant to have someone scream in your face at any point. B) I had been sleeping so I’m sure my breath was pretty raunchy.
I’m totally defending my reaction though; she nearly s
cared the piss out of me. You’d yell too lady. Not only did I scream, but I sorta jumped up onto all fours; in hindsight, this probably looked similar to a cats reaction when they are scared. Arched back and catching air.
I really have no clue as to why she woke up, perhaps she was dreaming. Listen Lady, I was so distraught after her abrupt wake up call that I couldn’t think straight to ask her what was wrong. She laid with us for a little while before I brought her back to bed.
Just so you know Cardin, mommy loves you, but, I’m storing all these wake ups in my memory bank and I’m so getting even when you are a teenager.
Fragrance Free
Cardin crafted these beautiful flowers for me this week. She’s like a mini Martha Stewart. I brought them into work so that I can smell them all day long. Listen Lady, the best part is….I don’t have to remember to water them.
Date Night
Last night, while Cardin was taking a bath, I was discussing our plans for the weekend with her. She informed me that Mimi & Poppa were taking her to see the circus on Friday. After we rattled off all the animals that would be in attendance, she asked “You wanna come Momma?”
I smiled and declined her invite telling her that Mommy and Daddy were going on a date. Ever the inquisitive child she asked what a date was. I explained that it meant we were going out to dinner; figuring I’d save the other logistics of what a date was until she was a little older. She pondered this for a minute and then looked at me and, in a very serious tone, said “I don’t like dating.”
From the other room came Brett’s booming voice with “GOOD. LET’S KEEP IT THAT WAY FOR A LONG TIME!”
Cleanup, Cleanup, Everybody, Everywhere
I’ve been waiting to put away the EYE-talian garage in hopes that we’d be able to use it for Cardin’s upcoming birthday party. However, since snow is predicted for the week, we threw in the towel and spent much of the weekend cramming the shed chalk full of goodness.
All of Cardin’s toys went downstairs into the playroom and any of her outside toys, like her sandbox, got put up in the rafters. Brett hung her blue tricycle from the rafters as well and now every morning when we go to get into the car she’s all “I need my bicycle Momma. Tell Daddiee take it down.” Sure thing kid….he’ll get right on that in about 6 months time.
After we roll each section of carpet, we enclose it in a blue tarp so that the carpet does not get wet and dirty during the winter months. While Brett was laying out the plastic, I had gotten out a roll of twine that we use to keep the tarp from unraveling in this whole process. Within seconds Cardin had gotten a hold of the ball of twine and began to string it through the garage like a giant booby trap. Obstacle course anyone? She seemed pretty content with this and I figured, as long as the string isn’t around her neck then how bad could it get. I also let her juggle knives Internet.
Since some of the items we have in the garage are bigger and don’t have wheels we shift them only slightly while we roll the carpet up. At one point Brett moved his craftsman tool chest and found a shriveled up frog hiding underneath. With no sign of life, Brett retrieved him with a can of empty Campbell’s noodle princess themed soup. Listen Lady, when you shook the can, the frog actually clinked against the side and sounded as though he was fossilized. Frog legs anyone?