Emmy loves running around in her diaper at bedtime, yelling, “Imma naked mole rat!” Seeing as how our thermostat is set to 65 degrees, I try to round her up to get her pajamas on as quickly as possible. Two-year-olds + Bedtime = Trouble
We took Emmy bowling for her first time on Sunday. She didn’t care how many pins she knocked down, or if the ball even made it down the alley. All she cared about was the PINK BOWLING BALL we found for her to use!
Lily has been bowling a couple of times before, and since she insisted on throwing her 7-pound ball by herself, it rolled as slowly as molasses. It always made its way to the pins, eventually. Ed and I were so glad we only prepaid for ONE game. Otherwise we would still be there, watching Lily’s ball roooolllll doooowwwwnnnn theeee allllleeeeyyy.
I just remembered I left a laundry basket of clean shirts on the laundry room floor in the basement. I really need to go get that basket, or a spider is going to crawl into my shirts. There is probably a spider crawling in that basket as I write this. A spider? Heck, there’s probably a whole family of spiders moving in RIGHT NOW!
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P.S. One of my pet peeves is when people center their writing on their blog. But today, I’m doing it. Live with it.