Last week I tried climbing onto our roof to get a toy that Whit threw up there. I climbed on our old (not sturdy) table and tried to pull her toy off with a rake. Well the table broke and I was left hanging onto the rafters until my fingers slipped and I landed on the ground. I screamed like a baby as I’m sure my next door neighbors saw me and had a good laugh at my expense.
Here is a picture of the broken table and rake:
With the toy (a batton) was still on the roof, I had a very upset 4 year old because she could no longer do her "ribbon dancing"- she attached a ribbon to it, like Dora the Explorer. Because of the crying and whining we, naturally, had to go to Walmart to replace the darn thing so she would stop. While at Walmart, Whit of course, found a different- more cool toy, a Justin Bieber microphone that plays his music so she got that instead. The Hankster got a cool Spider Man action figure. SIDENOTE: Hank is obsessed with Spider Man right now. He has never seen any shows, but he has 1 Spider Man book which is, honestly, thee dumbest book ever but he makes me read it to him like 100 times a day! I try and hide it from him, but somehow he always finds it. He loves to shoot out webs from his hands while yelling, "Spiman".
Thee toys:
So Hank had his Spider Man and Whit had her microphone. I had happy kids unttilll Whit opened up her toy on the way home and Hank noticed that the microphone actually played music. Spider Man was totally forgotten. He HAD TO HAVE IT. Whit HAD TO HAVE IT. So they fought and fought and I bribed and bribed Whit to just let Hank hold it and I would get her a special treat. She finally let him and then she created the following fabulous game, which kept them entertained (and me) for at least an hour.
The game:
Whit is way into climbing tree’s. She asks me to put her on the tree all day long. She usually doesn’t climb too high, but the other day she kept going higher and higher. So high that she couldn’t get down. I had to climb up that darn tree and help her down. As I was coming down I bonked my head so stinkin hard (I’m sure I said a few choice words under my breath) and got a little scrape and bruise on my forehead. It didn’t look that bad, but it hurt like crazy. I couldn’t even sleep on my stomach because it hurt so bad.. Rough life, right!?! ;)
My sad injury and Whit way up in the tree:
Oh also, to keep myself entertained at work I play sudoku. This week I graduated from easy sudoku to medium sudoku. (Meaning I have done all the easy ones which is 100.) I can’t believe I have completed 100 games of sudoku, I am so lame. What is even more lame, is that I mentioned (on more than one occasion) to Danny over the weekend that I am medium sudoku player now. An accomplishment that I am very proud of and like to brag about. Because of my greatness, I made myself a batch of cookies and ate at least 12.
And lastly, the kiddos + Muffins. They are darn cute when they are asleep. ;)
