Better'n A Cup O' Joe
So, we spent Easter Sunday brunching with my parents and sister. We had a kid vs. kid vs. kid egg-off in the yard, and then while I drank a bunch of champagne, the kids hid all the eggs again, and the husband and I faced off. He is such a wuss (Ow! These bushes are stabbing me! Ooh! I got a thorn!) that I totally cleaned his clock, and came away with an overflowing basket of plastic eggs, as well as two arms full of scratches and thorns. Wooo! Victory was mine, and I did an embarrassing dance in my parent's yard to celebrate. Let us all be thankful that my mother's camera doesn't include video. Photos of THAT fun can be found here:
As we left to come home, my youngest borrowed my dad's scooter to ride around the neighborhood. When Monday dawned bright and clear, there was only one thing on her mind. Scootin' in the 'hood. The hubs took her out into the court, and they took turns flying around the pavement with the scooter. The other two kids were jealous, and we ended up heading in to Toys R Us to buy a scooter for the other two.
Ha! Ha ha ha ha! Can I tell you how much stinking fun it is to ride a scooter? Oh my GOD I totally shredded the cement. I was out in the court at eight o'clock last night, racing my seven year old to the blue garbage can at the end of the street, and doing more embarrassing dances in the middle of the street to celebrate beating her to the can. I am totally the most mature parent EVER!
My youngest liked her scooter just fine, but was more absorbed in the accessories it came with. The fake cell phone and sunglasses were just too much fun, and really, she liked running around on the street more than actually scooting, but either way, we wore her out. The kids collapsed into bed without much fight in them, and I decided to call it a night as well.
But no. No, I could not, because my fool blood was pumping and my adreneline was surging and I stayed up reading some trashy novel about 15th century court politics in England. Now, I imagine I could have done something productive, but no. I was too hyped up. I kept grinning like an idiot, thinking about the scooters. I let out a little whooping Baaaaa! noise as I recalled my victory dance in the court. The hubs rolled over and covered his head with his pillow while I periodically erupted with little laughing fits.
I am so putting together a neighborhood mom's scooter club. I think I need a tshirt for that. Pictures of the initial scooter outing here.