Our Weekend

Well, this has been a pretty uneventful weekend. THANK THE LORD!!! We've had enough excitement around here lately. :)

We've had some pretty funny moments this weekend that I want to document, so humor me with a very "un"serious post.

Chloe gets gum stuck in her hair. Instead of asking for help, she takes matters into her own hands and CUTS THE GUM, along with quite a bit of hair, out. She has a very ....unique hairstyle right now. If you don't know where to look, you really don't' notice it. But we learned a good lesson. There is a reason you go to a licensed hair professional for a new do! More importantly, always ask for help. Even when you think you might get in trouble.

We spend 6 hours at the pool on Saturday. For the most part it was Chloe, Emma, myself and a friend from up the street in the water. Chad reads and gets a kick out of our water wars. Chloe and her friend were in a fierce battle with Emma and I. 4 water guns, noodles and boogie boards made up our armor. I learned that I can hold my breath under water long enough for Emma to distract the opponents and force them to empty their guns. That's when I force myself back to the surface and unload my supermomma water gun on them. This evokes screams and forces the enemy back into the bathroom to reload with icy cold tap water. This went on for 2 HOURS!!!! I'm not kidding. I hurt in places I didn't know existed. (Note to self, stretch out before water wars with 9 year olds.)

Paddington (our toy poodle) is licking his lips. A telltale sign he's been in the garbage. Chad says, "Paddington why are you licking your lips?" Chloe says "I bet he's been in the garbage." Emma says "Maybe his lips are just chapped."

Chad, the one armed bandit, walks in our bedroom and almost immediately walks back out without saying a word. In a couple of minutes he comes back through the living room with a book in one hand and 5 rolls of toilet paper in the other. He looks at me as serious as a heart attack and says "Holler if you need me." No I am not making this up. This man cracks me up.

Our friend from down the street, he's 11 and autistic, is visiting in our backyard. (We live next door to our community pool and his family is over there. He just came over to have a Popsicle with us.) His mom starts calling him to come get in the car and go home. He says "Oh No!! Don't take me!!" and starts to run laps around our house. He's about 5' tall and about 150 pounds. He is a big boy. Bless his momma and daddy's heart. We all had a good laugh. I love this kid. We have a standing Monday night date to hoola-hoop. It's quite a show.

Laughter, and a cheery heart are very good medicine. I hope you had a wonderful weekend with your family. On this Sunday evening, I'm not quite ready for it to be over.