Last week, the weather was entirely too inviting, and I kept making plans with myself to groom the back yard. I also had lots of design and updates in mind, and time with the gorls, as they had been on spring break all week, and I’d been missing them sorely as they spent a night here and a night there with relatives.
After picking them up on Friday, we did some lightweight shopping, followed by pizza. They were already showing signs that they just wanted to be home and comfortable, so a short flyby at the movie house confirmed my suspicions: no good movies for their age range. We went home and played “Boggle Jr” and a round of rhyming, then we put on some kid music and made paintings after they got into their pj’s.
Saturday morning same shortly after, and it brought horrible thunderstorms with it. I often feel toyed with by the weather here. finally have the time to get something done, then the weather disagrees with you. The rain washes away a large portion of all the pollen, so it’s not so bad. We made breakfast and played Jenga many times over, then had a “Rock Star Fashion Show” before the storms let up.
After they got baths, my parents came by for a few minutes on their way to an early dinner, so they were able to visit for a while as I worked on the hair.
I am still learning the correct methods for “hair dudes”. The request is always specific, and if it’s two braided pigtails, and daddy gives up and creates a single ponytail, he’s the bad guy for at least a day.
I get the squinty-eyed, wrinkle-nosed frown as well as the quiet treatment.
There should be a how-to guide somewhere… “The Oafish Lout’s Guide to Girly-Girl Hairdos”. With a cross reference for the names and alterante names and descriptors.
On Sunday, M came over to spend time with “the monkeys”, and wanted to get the box-springs I needed to get the girls’ bedrooms set up properly. so we dropped the girls off and her sister’s, and borrowed their truck.
The truck is a small one, manual transmission. There are some issues with its transmission and power steering, so the trip to get the bedding was fraught with intersesting angles, white knuckles, and some strategic use of back streets to avoid certain intersections.
we got the bedding and got it back to my house, and the girls slept very well in their “new” beds. One of my favorite things is when they decide that they are “big girls”, either in taking on new responsibility for themselves, or what-have-you.
I have the “parenting” class on Thursday after work. This should be intriguing…
Monday morning at work, everyone was abuzz about the tornado warnings and storm damage over the weekend, saturday morning.