It's so pathetic that once I actually find a minute to write these days, I need to try to cram weeks worth of crap into one giant mishmash of a post. But, such is life right now...
Two weekends ago, we filled Punky's little baby pool for the first time and let her go nuts. To say she loves it would be an understatement. She can be cold and shaking, with blue lips and all, but still screams in protest when I decide she's had enough and reach in to grab her.
The summer has only just begun and she'll have plenty of opportunities to use it if the weather continues its current trend. I didn't anticipate exactly how much work it is to scrub it out, fill it up, warm it up, and then dump it out creatively as to not cause a huge, muddy swamp in the yard...each and every single day she gets to use it. But the excitement, smiles, and giggles while she plays and splashes are well worth the effort. Now if I can just get her to stop drinking the pool water we'll be good to go...
In other news, her dad blew up the lawn mower last week. Punky was enjoying her pool while Grammy and I relaxed in the shade and watched. All of a sudden a black cloud of smoke made its way across the driveway. The stench of burnt oil filled the air. The 1970-something rider met its final death. No more money would be pumped in to try and revive it one more time. It was time for a new one. Gulp.
Yes, I said new. Within ten minutes of the mower's demise, he was on the internet seaching for another used hunk of crap that would surely cause us the same hassles and aggravation we've been dealing with for years. I figured it was time to bite the bullet and shell out the cash for a new one. Off to Sears we went.
It didn't take him long to pick what he wanted and write the very painful check. Painful for me, at least. I coped by giving him a twenty minute lecture on how he better take care of it, how I expect to not see it in pieces on the lawn, how he needs to make sure his son is careful when he uses it, how he better make it last for years... As you'd expect, the lecture was not well received; he called me his mother and threatened to drive it right up my A... But I needed to do it nonetheless.
Spending a large chunk of money at one time is always a hard pill for me to swallow. In the days immediately following, I tend to obsess and second-guess the decision. Little by little I digest the transaction and eventually it wears off completely, but those first few days are rough. I'm happy to say I've gotten past this purchase, and thankfully my A is still intact.
Moving right along, I bought Punky her very first crayons and coloring books. She loves sidewalk chalk, and tries to steal my pens in the house, so I figured it was the right time to introduce them. She's old enough to understand what to do...or should I say what not to do...with them, right?
Nope. She ate a third of the yellow one and colored the fridge purple. At least she was smart enough to peel the paper off before taking a bite. And mama was smart enough to buy non-toxic, washable crayons. As it turned out, the yellow one tasted yucky. Punky told me so several times while I scraped wax off her teeth. And the purple wiped off so easily that she actually did some of the clean-up herself. I'd love to say she learned some valuable lessons but, since I caught her licking the orange crayon last night and trying to write on the carpet, I guess it didn't fully hit home. So for now, she remains on crayon probation.
Onto the ABC's. Punky's doing so well learning her letters, and I don't mean the silly song. I mean actually recognizing the letters, saying them by name, and then telling me a word that starts with that letter. I bought her some flashcards with pictures, letters, colors, and shapes. She is so interested and asks to look at them at least once a day. It's amazing how much knowledge she's already managed to suck out of these cheap, simple cards. And she learns so fast, it makes my head spin. Maybe in a few years she can tutor me in math. But then again, it's language she's learning so quickly and easily...she could be left-brained with a lazy right side. Like me. Oh well.
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