Soccer..no...ballet

Tay can't decide if she wants to try Soccer (I am trying to be Switzerland and remain completely neutral all the while smuggling those paintings in the guise of REAL Salt Lake games) or if she wants 'Ballerina lessons'. Her Aunt Cheryl just assumes she will be playing soccer and has been overtly feeding her desire. She bought her two soccer balls, one for the REAL team to sign, and one to play with, even though I had already bought her a size 3..in pink months earlier. She also has shin guards now, thanks Aunt Cheryl. We took her to the REAL / Toronto game on Saturday. It was great! Brett went with us and Tay spent the time making friends. No lie. The guy in front of us high 5'd her a few times for her screaming: GO RED TEAM! (she can't say REE AWL, or at least she won't try.)

When the crowd would groan, Tay would groan. When REAL scored and the place went wild, Tay went wild. She screamed at the top of her lungs which prompted the people in front of us and in front of them to turn around and smile at her. Brett asked: Was that her? I nodded. He said: Oh my. And giggled. She's loud. I asked her if she wanted to play and she jumped up and down: Yes! And I smiled.

When Cheryl took her to get the ball signed, she waited in line and watched all the people kicking around. Once the ball was signed...she bounced it. Yep, like a basketball. Wouldn't kick it, bounced it. I caught the REAL players watching her and smiling. So I think, although she looks REALLY cute in the outfit, we will wait a little longer. THAT and she was showing me how Ballerina's point their toes in cleats on the way home.

Interesting place for a headache

Tay has been impatiently waiting to go over to the neighbors. They are going swimming today. Hopefully. I have been trying to clean and making lunch all with her asking if it's time yet. I told her she had to eat lunch and then she could go over. She sits down gleefully to eat. Takes a few bites and says:

Whew, I am full.

Me: Eat a little more please, I don't for one second believe you are full.
Tay: But my brother needs more food. I will give him mine.
Me: No. Eat.
Tay: I think my brother wants some of my food.
Me: Tay, eat.

Long pause.

Tay: My tummy has a headache, it can't eat anymore.

Wrong shoes

Raining. (I'm painting the picture.)

Dark.
Driving.
Drives though a DEEP puddle and water sprays all around us.

Tay: This is why we wear shoes with toes.

Pause.

Tay: See, Nana, you wore the wrong shoes. No toes. You wore sandles. Those are the wrong shoes cuz it's raining.

Nana: I know, thanks.

Me: Giggle giggle giggle.

I guess the grass is getting long.

Tay and 'The Boys' from next door came in and asked: Can we borrow the lawnmower? Now, before you get concerned, they were asking for their Mother. I said sure and brought it out to them. They took it next door.

I don't know what was playing out but the next thing I hear is the front door opening. I turn to see Tay walking down the hallway, pouting. REALLY pouting.

Me: What's wrong?
Tay: The Boys won't let me start the Mowlawner.
Me: The Mowlawner?
Tay: Yes! And I told them to let me but they won't.
Me: Well, I think that their Mom should do it.
Tay: Daddy let me
Me: Daddy is not out there so leave it to Josie
Tay (still pouting in a long skirt and walking toward the door): I never get to work the Mowlawner.

What's a little rain?

Without a child who wants to play in it? In the kitchen I hear:

Mom I am going to go outside with my rainbrella.

Rainbrella? It does make more sense doesn't it? And this is what I see:



She is even wearing her swim top.

For the next little while...rainbrella is the word.

Don't say that Mom

We were driving. We drive a lot. I was in my lane and the traffic ahead of me was slowing down, so I slowed down. Now, my lane also had an on-ramp/off-ramp situation going on. Stupid layout as far as I am concerned and here's why:

There was a 'guy' merging onto the freeway...not paying attention to what was ahead of him just whether or not he could speed up fast enough to beat the guy coming up on me in the outside lane. He did NOT see that everyone, including myself, was slowing down. That's right he sped up and started to merge behind me too quickly. I can't tell you how close he was to us because I could only see the top of his hood and not a bumper! I sped up a little (NOTE: Gentlemen, this is WHY you leave escape room of at least one car in front of you, in case you have to move up out of 'someones' way.) and as I was doing so he barely made it past me. I literally braced for impact and this escaped my lips:

Oh crap! What an ass.

Tay: Hey! You can't say asshole Mom.
Me: I didn't say asshole Tay I said ass. He was being stupid and reckless and I called him an ass.
Tay: Don't say asshole Mom.
Me: I didn't honey.
Tay: Well don't say it anyway.