Well, if you read my post from the other day that included a description on what great friends Lincoln and Parker have been, there's more to the story. It went like this:
Me: "Wilson children! Come here please," I called from Jim and Linda's back patio. We were going to do some face painting. Everyone except Calla came immediately. "Where is Calla?"
Taite: "She's going to the bathroom in the RV."
Me: "What?! Let's go get her." So we all swiftly walked over to the RV (which is now parked level on the grass in the yard). Calla met us at the door. "Calla, were you using the bathroom in here?"
Calla: "Yes."
Me: "Ok, everyone look at me. I'm not going to be able to empty the blackwater tank - the tank with poop and pee in it - before we drive to Dallas. So the more we use this now, the more likely it is that our drive from here to Dallas Thursday will stink."
Kids: "Ewww! Gross! Pewww!"
Me: "Ok, ok, ok. Let's just not use this bathroom anymore since Nana and Papa Jim have two other bathrooms right over there," I point toward the house. "Just go into the house, please."
Taite: "Oh, so we shouldn't go in the yard then?"
Me: A confused look. "What?!"
Taite: "Well, Lincoln and Parker went in the backyard yesterday by the tree."
Are we turning into rednecks or have we always been this way?
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It's the Christmas season so Tuesday night we decided to look at Christmas lights. Linda knows of a great park that hosts a Christmas lights contest. About 25 organizations set up a light display in the park. Patrons drive through the park enjoying the show then cast their vote for the best presentation. We listened to Christmas music along the way and enjoyed all of it. I will say, though, that one of our favorite light displays is one we saw on the local news. It's a Tulsa home with a light display to one of the kids' favorite songs, "What Does The Fox Say?"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvweoQBh0ck
The kids got most excited about venturing out to see the lights because I promised we could have Braum's ice cream afterwards. The drive from the light spectacle to Braum's was about 25 minutes. Papa Jim suggested we decide which flavor of ice cream we would have before we arrived at Braum's.
"Mint Chocolate Chip!" declared Taite.
"I want Mint Chocolate Chip. Actually I want Chocolate. Can I have two, Mommy?" asked our indecisive Lincoln.
"Chocolate Chip Mint, Mommy," whispered Parker meekly to me.
"Um, if we can have two I want Mint Chocolate Chip and Vanilla," announced Calla.
Who knew Mint Chocolate Chip was so popular?!
Lincoln contemplated all this then innocently and very seriously asked, "How does a cow make Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream?"
I thought that was a very good question. I told him so and answered, "They must eat a lot of mints and chocolate chips." Within seconds Taite and Calla were calling me out on my fib and gave Lincoln a correct answer. I can't fool my nine- and seven-year-olds anymore.
Once we all had finished our ice cream we made the 5-minute trek home. Then Lincoln and Taite decided they needed to run around the house (shoeless, I might add). I called everyone inside. It was time to take off the face paint and get ready for bed. Here is where we learned something new about Lincoln. He goes psycho after ice cream!! He lost all emotional control. He freaked out about the coconut oil being rubbed on his face to remove the face paint. He was screaming so loud he couldn't even hear me telling him it was coconut oil and that it won't sting his eyes. He was screaming so loud Papa Jim rushed to the rescue concerned Lincoln was dying. After about five minutes (which is five minutes too long of this screaming), he finally calmed down long enough to realize that it didn't hurt. When I scolded him for his screaming and complete loss of emotional control, he told me I should have told him it wouldn't hurt him. (Hand on forehead with a head shake.) So was it the sugar? Two scoops on a kiddy cone is too much? Was it the food coloring in the ice cream? How did my happy, calm, collected, and inquisitive child turn psycho somewhere between Braum's and face-painting-removal?
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Day 5 (Wednesday)
Nana started it yesterday when she decided Taite's pajama pants were too long for him. "Taite, let's go put a quick stitch in those. Then you won't be dragging them on the ground. The stitch will be easy to take out when you grow, too," she said.
Taite reluctantly followed her into her sewing room/spare bedroom. A few minutes later Calla returns to the living room with a small 'blanket.' "Taite made it for us," she reported excitedly. Nana didn't put the stitch in Taite's pajamas. She taught Taite how to do it! He enjoyed it so much he asked if he could make something else. Of course, Nana had tons of material available and he sewed a small blanket the other kids could use while they played house.
"Nana, can I make a pillow?" Taite asked today, remembering how fun it was to use that sewing machine yesterday.
"Sure. Maybe mom will get some stuffing for us when she goes to Wal-Mart."
By the time I had returned from Wal-Mart his rectangular pieces were sewed together and he was ready for the batting. He stuffed the pillow and prepared his needle and thread for the final corner stitches. When he got done it looked pretty cool. The other kids decided they needed a pillow, too.
"Oww!!" yelled Lincoln as the pins poked at his fingers. Even with some finger pokes, sewing was a hit! Nana, Calla, Taite, and Parker walked out to the living area to complete Calla's pillow. Ten minutes later Nana returned to the sewing room to find small chunks of batting all over the floor! Lincoln thought it looked like snow. Nice. (This is why we can't keep our house on the market after we get home.)
Papa Jim noticed what a good time everyone was having. "Nana is in heaven," he said. "She loves sewing but doesn't do much of it anymore." How cool to have your grandkids have an interest in something you enjoy so much.
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