Wedding Vows

I'm talking to my friend whose son got married 2 years ago and how she is almost done with a scrapbook (of their wedding day) she is making for them.

While reviewing it, she notices that the official paperwork from the court - the one with their vows on it - had a typo.  For both the bride and the goom, this is what it says:

"For better or for worse.  For richer or for pooper."

Hanging with mom

Set the stage:  I'm at the pool doing some paperwork while my son is in his class in the pool.  My husband gets through with scouts and he and my daughter stop by on their way home.  (Yay!  I love surprises, even something this simple.)

Story line:  My husband is getting ready to leave and asks my daughter if she wants to go with him or stay here with her mom and brother.  She stops to think about it and he takes the opportunity to encourage her to stay here and he'll be right back.  She's silent for a few more moments.  I look at her and ask her, "You wanted to go with your daddy, hu."  She is looking down and after a few more seconds perks her head up and in an exasperated voice tells me, "It's not that you're uncool or anything . . . "

Cat vs. Chickens

Now those of you who know my daughter know that she LOVES critters.  Doesn't matter.  Dogs, cats, goats, sand fleas, doesn't matter - she's going to hold and take care of them.  Well we got chicks a few months back and they've recently moved into the dog run, which will be their home. 

Meanwhile, for the past few years, there is a black and white cat in our neighborhood that my daughter loves.  It knows that it is very welcome here.  So on its last visit to our house - low and behold - it discovers our chickens.  And decides they look quite tasty.  And my daughter did something I have never seen her do before.  She got mad at an animal in our yard.  REALLY mad!  It was a while before that cat came back.

A few days later it did make it's way back.  I look out the window and this is what I see.  On the open side of the chicken's fenced in pen, the cat is hissing and trying to get at the chickens.  One of the older chicks (they're about 1/2 grown now) is standing right on the other side of the fence looking at the cat, raises up on its feet to reach it's full height, starts flapping its wings at the cat and making it's own chewing out noises.  I kid you not.  That cat got so mad it starts digging fiercely to get under the fence.  The chicken seemed to know it was safe and to me it seemed like it was taunting the cat, "Neener neener!"

And then my daughter ran out and chased the cat away.

The Real McCoy

At lunch, we had strawberries.  Yummy!  A 3 year old little guy holds his up to me and asks,
"What flavor is this?"

New Conditioner

So I'm sitting on the floor playing blocks with little ones when a 3 year old little guy is running past me and stops.  He looks at me funny and walks closer, smells my hair, and smiles big.  "Your hair stinks!"

"Come here!"  He calls to the other kids.  "Come smell her hair!  It stinks!"  While a 2 year old girl thought it smelled good and was ready to fight about it, a 4 year old boy relunctantly agreed, that yes - it did stink.

Moral of the story:  when buying new products for your hair, no matter how big of a hurry you are in, take time to test smell it first.

Ice Cream!!

You know there's a reason why you put ice cream in a bowl.  While talking to my family, I pull out a new box of ice cream.  Just gonna have a few bites, not worth a bowl.

Thirty minutes later and between all of us the box is 1/3 of the way gone.  Yikes!  Next time - I'll get bowls.

Tangled

You know your kid has watched too much "Tangled" when they tell you this:

"I'm gonna throw my hair at you!"