My sandwich began this Tuesday with a scream-inducing moment. I do a swap with a good friend who also lives in our neighborhood. One week I take her son for a couple of hours and the next week she takes Sweet Girl. This was my week to take her son. We'll called him "C". As soon as he gets here, C and Sweet Girl immediately say "pay-gound, pay-gound!" Which means, of course, that they want to go to our neighborhood playground.
So, we get there and they're having a ball, when disaster strikes. C and Sweet Girl like to play this game where they run around in the grass and fall down on top of each other - pretty harmless, right? Well, I look up and C's arm is black. It's covered in fire ants!!!!!!!!!! I run over to him, yank his shirt off and furiously scrub his arm. Meanwhile, he's upset, but he's barely crying. As you have to be as a mother, I'm "taking care of business" on the outside, but inside I'm freaking out!! Blair is allergic to fire ants and 40 bites would do some serious damage to him, so I'm terrified if that's true of C. I got him all cleaned up and took him home.
He was fine the whole time - brave kiddo! My friend was very kind about it and said it could have happened to anyone. I'm not a negligent mother - I promise! I HATE fire ants. They can strike when you least suspect it. If you've ever seen Steel Magnolias, one of my favorite lines describes how I feel about them "They are a boil on the butt of humanity!!" So, thankfully, C is okay. His mom is still speaking to me, and all is well! Here is a picture of the battle scars . . .
So, my sweet moment sandwiched in between disasters was this. I'm trying to teach Sweet Girl her shapes and she continues to called a "rectangle" - "rec-tangled" Because, yes, she has seen the movie Tangled many, many times. I'm hoping she'll grow out of it by Kindergarten! You can see for yourself . . .
The second piece of bread on my sandwich happened this morning. It wasn't scream-inducing as much as it was I-want-to-run-out-of-this-store-and-never-show-my-face-again type of situation. I'm shopping with a friend perusing the clearance racks at Ann Taylor Loft. Sweet Girl is being the best that I've ever seen her in a shopping situation. She is not much of a sit still and shop kind of gal. So, I'm thrilled and thinking maybe we're turning a corner.
My clothes to be tried on are hanging on the back of the stroller. Sweet Girl is happily sticking Tangled (yes, there it is again!) stickers all over the stroller. Thank you, dollar spot at Target. There are definitely a few safe minutes to try these things on. I roll the stroller into the dressing room and commence with the trying on. I try on a pair of jeans and a shirt. The jeans are great, but I need a second opinion on the shirt, so I step out (thinking Sweet Girl is still okay) to have my friend give me her opinion. All of a sudden I hear a very loud THUMP. I rush back over and the first sight that greets my eyes is 2 shirts and a pair of jeans drenched in Diet Pepsi laying on the floor. The stroller is turned over and sweet girl looks to be belly flopped on it. I'm guessing she stood up in the stroller, leaned back, and it tipped over. She did hit her head, but wasn't hurt - thankfully!
So, after making sure she's okay, my biggest concern now is the Diet Pepsi stained clothes. The sales people were great and helpful, but of course, I felt like I had to buy those things. I couldn't put them back! So, I spent way more at the Loft today than I was planning on . . .
There's my sweet moment sandwich with one slice of scream-inducing and one slice of run and hide embarrassing. My friend and I said one day we'll look back and say remember when . . .
