Little A knocked over Big A's cup and Big A shoved her. In her defense, Big A didn't know Little A had a little plastic doll in her hand that managed to scratch her forehead and eye. Ouch. Crying ensued. We were in a rush already since Big A fought me about her clothes. As I pulled up her pants, she kept trying to pull them down. I finally asked her why she kept pulling her pants down. "Because mom, you make me look like an old man when you pull my pants up." Okay then. I promise you, she did NOT learn that from me!
After dropping Big A off at school (her last week!), Little A and I ran some errands. We had some extra time so we went to the mall. I was looking at some clothes and Little A was burning off some energy. By pretending to be a dog. This is her new game. She gets pretty into it. Like crawling on the floor with her tongue out making dog noises. So she's crawling around next to me "heheheh" when I guess the dog decided it was time to do her business. She looked up at me and said loudly "Choke a donkey mommy. WHEW. Poopy!" Mortified, I tried to shush her. Yeah, be careful what you say to kids. "Choke a donkey" is now her standard phrase when she needs a diaper change. At home, its funny. In public? Not so much. I quickly got in line to pay for a shirt. Little A was still crawling on the floor next to me. Bad smells were starting to waft from her vicinity. I tried to pretend she wasn't mine. She came (crawled) up to me. "POOPY!" she yelled. I smiled at the woman behind me, paid for my shirt and ran out of the store.
After we picked up Big A from school, we met my dad for lunch. He was amazed at how much food Little A could pack away. She had salad, macaroni and cheese and half his spaghetti. She was strategically placed next to my dad so I got to actually eat my meal in peace - score one for mom.
He came back to our house to play with the girls for a bit. Big A fell off her new bike. Then she made up a game that involved a doll bunk bed, books, a baton, a toy piano, a pillow and a blanket. You'd have to see it to understand.
After naps and quiet time, we went out for a walk in between rain storms. I'm proud to say I completed a .5k in just under 50 minutes. Yes, I DID mean to put a decimal in front of the 5. We walked around the block complete with dolls, doll strollers and the slowest dolly pusher in all the land. We got to meet the "trampoline family" at long last. I'm sure every neighborhood has one of these. The ones with the lots of kids and the noise and the trampoline in the backyard? The dad was very nice and introduced Big A to his 5 year old girl. As we walked away, she asked why we couldn't have a trampoline. I told her that maybe if she was friends with the little girl she could play on hers. She walked a few steps, then came back. "How do I get to be friends with her mom?"
It started pouring rain after our marathon walk, so I felt lucky. We had a "delicious" dinner of fish sticks, tater tots and green beans. We played one of Big A's new games she got for her birthday. J tried to cheat. Yes, he is THAT competitive that he actually tried to cheat against his 4 year old and 1 year old daughters. He still lost.
And then Dora and bedtime.
Not a bad day at all.
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