
At baseball practice yesterday, Eva busied herself picking these nice weeds. She calls them centipedes. Last year she called them rosemary. She clutched this bunch of centipedes for the hour that we watched Sarah and Wyatt practice and after we dropped the other kids off at CCD she fell asleep in the car on the way home.
I usually try to get her inside to finish her nap on the couch when she does that. Sometimes I just let her sleep in the car with the door to the house propped open, like I did yesterday. Each time I would go into the garage to check on her, she napped sweetly in her booster seat continuing to clutch her centipedes tightly. Finally, I heard her moan and I went out to retrieve her. As I carried her into the kitchen she said to me. "Mommy it's time for you to make my centipede soup."
And to that I replied, "OK, let's put them down on the counter and I'll work on that in just a little bit."
So this morning when I saw the wilted centipedes on the counter where we left them, I felt a little sad for not making her soup. I didn't have to make any excuses because she had forgotten about it, but still it was hard to throw them in the trashcan. I find it so funny that I actually have guilt for not making weed soup for my four year old daughter.
I don't, however, feel any guilt this morning for the information that I passed along to my three older kids as they ate their breakfast. When they got to school, I hope they remembered that I told them that there would be a total eclipse of the sun at 8:30 a.m. and that it was supposed to hail at 9:00 a.m. I couldn't think of anything else, and they totally fell for it. They looked at each other in astonishment and talked about how exciting it was going to be! I hope they told their friends! I can't wait until they get home from school today!
Happy happy April!
haha!
ReplyDeleteAwesome! That reminds me, I need to write a post some time about the April Foosl where my Dad totally got me...and didn't even know the half of it.
Jer
I want some weed soup. Love you sis.
ReplyDeleteRenee