~ Watched the psychotic red squirrel that lives in our backyard (whom Steve and I have affectionately dubbed "Little Fucker") chew the green fuzz off of our tennis ball and then pick it up and run away with it. The fucker stole our tennis ball!
~ Gushed over a picture that Hannah had just drawn and handed me, saying, "Yay! You made a letter 'H' again, just like your name!" (She does it quite often.) She looked at me and said, "That's not an H. That's a kid." Oh, um... sorry.
~ Wanted to hurl when Hannah asked for (and then ate) green beans for breakfast at 9:00 this morning. Ick.
~ Took the girls down the street to the gas station for milk, Slurpees, and cigarettes (for me, not them). We were greeted by the employees and managers that know me and was flattered when they heaped a buttload of Swedish fish and Laffy Taffy on the girls, free of charge.
~ Spent 6 hours (literally) outside today, since it was finally sunny.
~ Became dizzy standing the middle of the patio and spinning around, and around, and around as I (again) watched Hannah ride her bike around in a large circle.
~ Wasn't a bit surprised when Hannah grasped the concept of steering better and started purposely riding as fast as possible towards the bungalow and then veering at the last second to avoid slamming into the side of the house, all while laughing manaically.
~ Sat outside with the girls and painted with glitter paint, causing me to end up looking like a rejected Solid Gold dancer. Fucking glitter...
~ Was a bit disturbed when I stumbled upon the "Unofficial Webiste of the Solid Girl Dancers". Uh huh. Get a life people... a life.
~ Bit my tongue as Steve fed the girls venison chip steaks, telling them it was steak, and watching them devour it. (Blech.)
~ Had my oh-so-demure 4-year-old give me a full-fledged punch to the gut when she got pissed at me this afternoon. After straigtening up (from doubling over), and catching my breath (from the wind knocked out of me), I sent her into the house and then thought... "Damn, that girl's got an arm!" (Seriously, I was impressed.) When I finally let her come back outside, I told her the story of how Houdini died and how you can never punch someone. (Because I'm sure it will make a lasting impression on a 4-year-old. [rolling eyes at myself])
~ While questioning me about mine and Steve's ages, and upon finding out that I'm older, Grace said, "Well then I love Daddy best because he's not so old."
~ While recalling the incident a few months ago when Steve saved our flaming steaks from the grill, Grace said, "Yup. My Daddy's a real live hero. He's no loser, that's for sure." I beg to differ, little one. ;)