Yesterday, Jeff came downstairs as I was headed out the door for work and announced that Landry had just thrown up. Great. I decided I would work from home and she would stay with me. I immediately got her situated in my room, on the floor, lying (laying?) on two beach towels, with the "throw-up bowl" close by. Within minutes she was asking for breakfast. I told her she could have some Sprite and a few crackers and she was unusually excited about her menu option. Shortly after she finished her "breakfast" (ignoring my request to take small bites and eat slowly), I heard her jumping on the mini-tramp. Hmmmmmmm....... I knew one of two things was about to happen--she was either going to blow chunks like chunks had never been blown before, or, she wasn't sick. Fortunately for moi (the appointed chunk-blower- cleaner-upper) it was the latter. Come to find out, she did gag/dry heave earlier....because daddy brushed her teeth (mouth/tongue/tonsils?) too hard.
Anyway, we ended up having a great day together. Later that afternoon I took her to the swingset in our neighborhood park. The girl loves to swing (and so do I!). She swung (swinged/swang....seriously, I need to relearn how to conjugate verbs....my mom is cringing at this very moment) for a few minutes and then decided she wanted to turn and face the opposite way. So, brilliantly, I reached over to grab her swing chain to try and stop her swing quickly. And, OH, KELLY CLARKSON!--my pinkie finger is stuck in the chain as she is still swinging "to the clouds"!!! I thought that was it--that that was the last time I would ever have a pinkie finger on my left hand. Fortunately, though, I was able to walk away with minor bruising and minor skin peeling.
After Landry got turned around, I went and sat on the picnic bench a few feet away (to peel off the remaining hanging "strings" of skin from my poor pinkie). A few seconds later I looked up and witnessed pure, innocent joy. Landry was swinging as high as she could, looking up into the clouds with the biggest smile on her face. She looked so happy. I didn't say a word, I just watched her. Suddenly, my pinkie problem was a non-issue and I was just enjoying watching her with her big smile and wondered what she was thinking. I imagined she was probably thinking of puppies, or ponies, or maybe just how fun it was to swing.
....or maybe she was thinking about how darn funny it was that Mommy got her finger stuck in the swing.
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7 comments:
you are so funny. I am glad Landry was not sick and that you had a good day. Tell Jeff not to take out his frustrations on Landry's teeth!! HAHA
What is it with you and your witty posts? I love them!
I'm glad that you had a great non-sick day with Landry. It is so much fun to watch Kylie swing too. Their innocence is so sweet! Just think, they will be dating in ten years!! NOT so sweet!
Hehe...it's definitely lying :). Swung and swang are both acceptable, but most American English speakers use swung. I really don't miss teaching verb forms to 11 year olds...no one ever remembers them later, lol.
Poor pinkie! I'd have been a big baby about it; you must be much braver than me :).
Ouch!!! my pinkies hurt for you
My vote is that Landry was laughing at Mommy!!!
And I am laughing at the swing/swang/swung- I edit my blog posts all the time to simply take out words I don't no how to use anymore- nice huh?
I'm glad that a dat that started off so gross (vomit) turned out to be so great (aside from the shredded pinkie). I bet Landry was so happy to just have mommy-time!
I love Mother /Daughter days where we just get to enjoy being together without anything on our "to do" list. Unfortunately I do not take the time for these moments as often as I would like. May you have many more moments like these in your future...minus the almost missing pinkie of course.
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