Oh No…

-A lady in the parking lot of our local grocery store walks up to John and the girls.-

Lady -Excuse me sir, is that a Brittany in your front seat?

John – Why yes it is.

Lady – Oh I thought so, they are wonderful dogs!

John – Mam, clearly you don’t know anything about Brittany Spaniels. This is an ill mannered, uncouth, chicken killer.

Lady – Oh I know Brittany’s, I have one. How old is he?

John – Two years.

Lady – Oh no… (looks at girls)… and these are your three girls?

John – Yes mam.

Lady- You must drink.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Up

Weekly Photo Challenge: Upjump

It’s very impressive when your husband tells you that he has to do the jumping portion of his workout outside because the eight foot ceilings are too short.

But, when he phrases it this way –

“I hit my head on the ceiling so hard I knocked myself on my ass.”

It’s difficult to show the proper amount of appreciation for his athleticism through the tears of laughter.

Sabotage

My last post was about what a great dad John is and, while that is still true, the gushing over my husband is starting to make my eyes roll. So today my John story is less about greatness and more about sabotage.

Sorry Honey.

I had yet to fall asleep when Clara woke up crying and wanting someone to “nuggle” with her. I got up to find Clara trying to leave her room, scooped her up and tucked her back into her bed.

She was not satisfied.

Clara explained that she wanted to sleep in my bed. I, disliking the idea of stolen pillows and tickley hair up my nose for the rest of the night, asked why. Well…  She wanted to sleep in my bed because my blankets were better, and my pillows were nicer. Clara didn’t like her room that night and her bed was not “comfy!”  Starting to be sorry I asked, I laid down next to her to snuggle and I pointed out how nice and comfortable her bed was. I showed her how soft her blankets were, and admired her new pillow case on her pillow. Clara, completely unconvinced, just hauled herself out of bed, picked up her water bottle and waded through a sea of stuffed animals as she headed out her door. By the time I caught up to her there she was explaining to John that she was coming to sleep with him because his bed was nicer.  John responded, “Yeah, it is, isn’t it.” as he rolled over and fell back asleep.

Sabotage.

Having had all my arguments nullified by Johns one sleepy comment I looked down at Clara happily tucked under my down comforter with her head on my pillow and got a bit huffy. I decided that I would sleep in Clara’s bed, that way I wouldn’t have to fight for bed space or deal with anymore crying and I could just go to sleep.

So I did, and I discovered something.

Her blankets are not as nice as mine, her pillows are awful, and while I find her bed to be very comfy she has a ticking clock just above it that is truly terrible to sleep under.

Clara sleeping

Clara sleeping with different blankets in a rearranged room – still have to work on that pillow though!

Sorry Clara!

Some Little Rotter

Clara tiptoed down the stairs one evening after bedtime and had this very serious conversation with John:

Clara: Dad?

John: Yes?

Clara: There’s somethin’ yellow in my bed – I think it’s pee.

John: Is it wet?

Clara: Yes.

John: Did you pee in your bed?

Clara: No. – I think some little rotter pee’d in my bed.

John sighed and herded Clara back up the stairs while I tried to stifle a serious giggling fit.

Much sooner than expected John returned with is report:

No pee.

Nothing wet.

And it was true, some of the polka-dots printed on her sheets were indeed yellow.

Three Little Rotters

Three Little Rotters

Apparently when the one more hug/glass of water/trip to the bathroom ploy failed to work Clara decided she needed to step up the creativity!

Duck Hunters are Nuts

Duck hunters are nuts.

Sane people do not load boats on a truck in these conditions:DSCN0110-(sm) Thanks to Jane and her night of yelling we were off to a late start and so the boats were loaded in the cold and snow but not in the dark. Thank you (?) Jane.

Boats on, we successfully left our house at 8:20 AM for our big Kansas hunting adventure.

Then we successfully left our house at 8:37 – with life jackets.DSCN0113-(sm)

Duck hunters are nuts.

I am not a duck hunter.

Unfortunately my sanity has been questioned anyway on account of this whole driving to Kansas, staying in a camper and bird hunting with a 1,3 and 5 year old.

But I must say, half a day of driving and so far, so good.

Only 440 more miles to go…

 

Thank You Honey!

We do a lot of laundry and while I have chronicled many of the reasons for the ridiculous amount  (look here) I’ve never really owned up to the fact that I’m terrible at actually doing the laundry (John does most of it) and my plethora of excuses for not getting it done.

Here is one of them…

…how can I fold laundry…

… when this cutie is playing in the middle of it?

It’s way more fun to play peekaboo…

…and where’s Waldo!

Which is why my husband is upstairs finishing folding that pile of laundry -Thank you honey!