Annabelle had a cranky day yesterday.
All day she kept saying “I’m feeling honest, Mom. I’m feeling honest.”
“What do you mean by honest?” I asked her.
“I’m cranky, I’m tired, I’m hungry, I’m honest!” she said as if she shouldn’t have to explain.
“Do you mean you’re feeling ornery?” I asked. She glared at me. “No! Honest!”
“Ok, Ok.” Last week she kept saying she felt “guilty” in the same way.
I’m always asking her to entertain Henry while I finish snacks or lunch or pack the stroller. She was having a hard time sharing her fairy doll with him yesterday, and she knows that she has to share with him. I saw her take the doll from him, heard his cry, and then she gave him a cup instead and tapped it on the floor to get his attention. I said, “Annabelle, what are you doing?” “I’m entertarrying him!” she said.
Henry’s new favorite thing to do is to vacuum with the handyvac. He walks around the house with it sucking up everything he can find until the charge finally wears out. This morning he vacuumed up Annabelle’s fairy doll’s shoe. Annabelle gasped with dismay. “Mom!! Henry vacuumed up my shoe!” We had to empty the vacuum out, something I’ve never done.
Henry is very curious and when he saw me get out the handmixer to blend the cupcakes, he dragged a chair over so he could help. He insisted on mixing the batter for more than twenty minutes. He yelled everytime I tried to stop it. The cupcakes turned out completely disgusting. I don’t know if that was from too much mixing or if I did something very wrong. Henry’s next task he assigned himself was washing the dishes. He dragged his chair over to the sink and spent the next twenty minutes playing in the water, splashing so much water onto the floor I used six towels to clean it up.
The climax of our day was painting the Mardi Gras ladder. Cathy and Cynthia came over and we played mardi gras music and painted away. The ladder looks so magical now! Covered in glitter, flowers, stars, mermaids, fairies, footprints, handprints, beautiful!! Reminded me of the times I painted my Convertible VW Bug. I painted wings on the fenders, fairy feet running up the back, gnomes dancing in mushroom rings, flowers all over one side, and a big butterfly on the front hood. It was beautiful!The magic continues!
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