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and one adorable ayla jo who got water on her face.
close enough. we invited the thurstons over for a little playing in the morning. so fun until maxer demonstrated his dependency on popsicles at 10am. he asked and as oliver cannot have a popsicle i told him we needed to respect our friends by not eating something we cannot share in front of them. max did not enjoy that idea. he was starving. so hungry. only a popsicle could fill that void within him. he would not let it go. at one point, max actually hit the smoke detector test button, then ran to me to tell me he pushed the button so i would know he wanted a popsicle.
and bear. he cried in my bed for a good 45 minuted because we could not locate the correct shorts. not the green ones this time, the blue striped tiger ones. i started sweetly taking his hand and leading him upstairs to look for said shorts. not knowing exactly what he had in mind as bear does not possess any blue and orange and black striped tiger shorts, i presented him with blue shorts, blue shorts with an orange stripe, and did he see these nice blue ones with a white stripe, and if i were a tiger i would choose these blue ones with pockets.
nope, not sufficient. we went downstairs through the laundry and he pleads with me to find the striped tiger ones like tiger who daddy likes to watch golf. so i found some plaid shorts that look to be golf attire. no good. he cried until the thurston's departed and i fed him a peanut butter sandwich. the shorts he so desired were detroit tigers shorts. not striped. detroit. when i delicately pointed out the difference between detroit and striped bear looked at me with a confused face and told me that's what he said. detroit.
|here is bear bear at the garage sale this weekend wearing his hat over his hood. the child's sense of fashion is unrivaled.|
one more event of note. i cleaned the fridge this afternoon. i think i found where brad got his staph infection... not really, but eew. i woke cupcake from her nap to teach her how to do this dirty deed so she can take over from now on. that is not true, but i definetly want to request jessica klein to have a little heart to heart with my darling daughter about this very subject... for real though, i had to use an ice pick. well it was a knife, but still. gross. i had to chip disgusting from my fridge. the good news, it looks very neat and nice. and when beans and austin come over tonight i will very smoothly ask them to retrieve something from that orderly refridgerator only because i am proud of the improvement.
we are prepping to join some friends for a picnic in the park. i need to go supervise the getting dressed. i love summer.