Today is day 2 of my spring break. Yesterday, on day 1, I took the kids to Krispy Kreme to get a half a dozen donuts each for their awesome grades. Little enjoyed showing us all of the workings of the donut assembly line, as he had just recently been there on a field trip with his first grade class. It is a fantastic sight! Very Willy-Wonka-ish. I'm pretty sure that I would be the ticket holder who would fall into the vat of glaze, while trying to run my tounge under the waterfall of frosting.
Next, we drove to Boondocks to redeem game tokens for their awesome grades. Even Maddi pitched in her grades and gave the tokens to Little. It has recently taken me aback to watch Maddi become less interested in doing the little kid things, and more interested in increasing the fun for the little kids. It was quite a treat for me to go to Boondocks and not even shell out one red cent for all the fun. Delightful. On Little's last game, he managed to drop the ball into the 250 slot and the 250 tickets came shooting out. Little's joy cannot be contained. He shouts, "That was awesome!"
Now, back to day 2 of spring break. I decided to finally tackle my kitchen floor. I love my kitchen floor, but I also hate it. Together, Henry and I installed all 180 square feet of the tile by ourselves, so for that reason, I love it. I will always remember setting tile at 4 am (on repeated nights) while my babies slept at Grandma's house. I hate it because it's slate, and must be cleaned while on one's hands and knees. So for that reason, I vacuum it more than scrub it. Anywho, as I was traveling around the island on my hands and knees I got a little nostalgic. Looking up, I saw the finger painting under the counter top that had happened unbeknownst to me, and irked me at the time, but now just warms my heart. Rounding another corner, I could see it; a three inch circle of dried applesauce. It was in an odd location. Not under a bar stool or by the sink, but over by the door, under the window. Right under the window is where the high chair sat for several years. My babies went through a lot of applesauce, and I have cleaned up many a crusted over applesauce spills. So to see that new little spill, right in the very spot that it used to be made me smile, and wish for a little applesauce flinger to be sitting right in that little space meant for a small one.
Day 3: something less emotional.
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this was your 2nd birthday party, and we will never forget your crazed-happy reaction to your new motorcycle. we have it on video, too.
after a trip to Iggy's, we returned home for cake.
you really loved the new yellow bike that Daddy picked out for you, but over dinner, you mentioned that you wished for an ipad II.
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