Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Lord I Feel Old
In four and a half hours I have gone from being the aunt who says, "Let's get ice cream! Let's party like rock stars!" to the aunt who says, "Y'all, don't torment my hens," and "Why don't we find something for you to watch on TV?"
There have been several instances of tears. One when Miss Mable, my black hen, pecked Riley's finger by accident while she was feeding Mable a grape and one when she got her sparkly sandals wet and dirty.
"My mama doesn't want me to get them dirty," she moaned and wept.
Oh well. The chicken didn't break the skin and the sandals are rinsed off and drying. There are tadpoles in a cup and eggs in a bowl which we gathered. We have pulled up weeds to feed the goats next door and we have baby sat for Owen which was a trip because he was mesmerized into silence by the goodly godliness which was having two kids to play with. Big kids.
And we've been to the grocery store where we bought Kraft Macaroni in the Intense Cheese Explosion! Flavor and I am not even kidding you. Two boxes because they claim they can eat A LOT OF IT!
I have a feeling Uncle Glen will want some too.
I love my niece and nephew. Honestly, they are wonderful kids and they amuse the hell out of me and I think I can go for 24 hours without cursing in front of them. I am going to give it my best shot. I have already warned them that I am going to be mean at bedtime, though.
"Why?" asked sweet Riley.
"Because I like to sleep," I said.
"Oh," she answered. I hope she believes me.
Kian has recently adopted a sort of cool, James Dean sort of attitude thing and you can see him posing with it here:
"I have the thickest hair in the family," he told me.
I did not disagree with that one.
Okay. Off to make cupcakes for us to decorate!
Pray for me. Okay?