I Think My Kiddo is Part Blood Hound...

How else can I explain an exhausted, knocked out, sleeping angel toddler suddenly jumping up (from a dead sleep) when I leave the room? This happened all weekend long (a long three day weekend), not kidding. We wore her out; running, jumping, chasing goats, riding ponies, taking nature walks, drinking from puddles, stomping in her boots, picking up large objects and moving them, etc. She would pass out at a decent hour – that’s we call 9:30PM in our house – and I would start the cleaning process. You know the one: the super-silent cleaning process that tidies up the toy-nado and the evening’s dropped clothing, food, and water bottles. Within two minutes of my working so quietly, you could hear a pin drop - her head pops up off the couch. I try to avoid eye contact at all costs, because that’s when the “why did you leave me” scrunchy eyes begin and the “come hold me” arms come up. (Mom, I know you’re reading this…and yes, she is spoiled – no judging.) At one point, I even ducked under the bar so she couldn’t see me. Then I heard the tip-tap of her running to the kitchen. Then the process starts over again…good thing I had two suitcases of cheap beer to get me through three long days.  Okay, I admit, it would seem that she’s probably more spoiled than bloodhound…but I guess we won’t know until we take her “hunting for wabbits”.

The long weekend was helpful for the organization of the house…we* were able to get the dining room turned into a playroom for the kiddos. Yep, we’re missing a couple letters from the alphabet…it took me over a year to mount them and realize that the “P” and “W” were missing. And we somehow turned the front room into a game/poker room…I’m sure el husbando was a little surprised when he returned home at 2AM. It’s pretty rad and may look organized…just don’t look in our garage.

Dining Room turned Play Room

 

Happy September! xo

Pickle testing her wall o' letters

 *”we”, as in our “adult daughters”…another story, for another time. J