We enjoyed a great Labor Day weekend with my parents in the lowcountry. Ian experienced some firsts---he went dove hunting for the first time and he came home with his bout of red bugs (also known as chiggers). When we told him what caused all of the bites, he almost seemed proud. It is a hunting rite of passage.
Josh and I got to go on a date (alone) while we were there. Thanks Mom and Dad for watching the kids for us! We went to dinner, for a long walk on Folly Beach and enjoyed some frozen yogurt. I couldn't help but notice how calm my parents looked when we got home at 9:30. Mags and Will were already in bed. Ian was quietly watching a show about Dinosaurs. My parents seemed slightly offended when I acted impressed with their parenting skills. I should never doubt them. It really highlighted my novice.
Here are some funnies:
My Dad took Ian dove hunting for the first time. When he got home, I asked how it went. Ian: It was alright. Me: How many birds did you get? Ian. Just 8. Poppa's shooting leaves A LOT to be desired. Me: Ha! Well at least you got some. Ian: Yes we did. But victory surely wasn't ours.
After the dove hunting adventure, Dad took Ian deer hunting that evening. Ian got to see over 20 deer from his stand. He was very excited! My Dad said that they had a small 8 point buck come out. He told Ian to watch the buck because he was going to turn and head toward does that were eating at the edge of the field. Ian said, "Yeah he is going to go down there to find him a good looking doe so that he can make out with her." Geez....
Will is sitting at the table. My Mom said, "Will. Excuse me. Prince William, would you like some breakfast?" Will turned around with all kinds of serious on his face and said, "It is King. King William." Well excuse us!
Maggie rode the four wheeler with my Dad for the first time. She loves it! And when Dad would take the boys for a ride and not her, she would fall to pieces. He took them over to my grandmother's blueberry field. Maggie fell truly, madly, deeply in love with blueberries. So much so that when I took her over there to pick some, she was eating them directly off the tree. As in, putting her mouth onto the berry and yanking it from the tree. Hands free eating! She has been pooping Smurfy ever since---but she is doing it on the potty! Hooray! She has also named her pacifier. It's name is MiMi and she is way too attached. So much so that it is time to kick the habit. I know this but I have made no effort to do it. Why? Because I don't want to listen to her whining and screaming for it. I know, I am up for Mother of the Year.
As I mentioned, Ian has red bug bites. Chiggers like to bite you in warm places on your body. Under your arms, creases of your legs, and your underwear lines. Ian got them worst in his nether regions. As I am looking for the Bendaryl cream, he decides to ask me if his penis has "a bone in it?" I honestly thought the answer was yes but I was second-guessing myself. I said, "You need to ask your Dad that question." I was still looking in the cabinet when he asks me, "Well what makes it do this?" And I look over to see him flexing it up and down. For whatever reason, my face turned about 30 shades of red. I managed, "You'll have to ask your Dad," tossed him the cream, and practically ran out of the bathroom.
Even though today was Tuesday, it felt more like a Monday. Had to re-strap car seats in the pouring rain, take Josh paperwork he left at home, get dressed for work, all before 8 am. When we get back from Josh's office, I get Will dressed for school and ask him what he wants to eat. He said, "nothing." I went to find something and came back to find him watching cartoons and eating a bag of candy corn that my dear friend, Keri Jones, sent to me last week. I didn't stop him from eating them. I really had too much to do to fight with him over breakfast. He nearly devoured the entire bag before we left the house. He asked, "Who bought those candies?" I told him, "Ms. Keri." He responded, "She just might be my new best friend!" I know... I am totally up for Mother of the Year.
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