Just an FYI, if you itch poison ivy – and try as I did not to itch it, I did – you can actually bruise your skin from itching too much. It’s an ugly scenario.
My girls are coming home tomorrow. I’m cleaning house today. You know, wouldn’t want them thinking I’ve been slacking off while they’ve been, um, slacking off.
Sunburns fade overnight. Charlotte looks mostly respectable this morning. So glad.
Sterling is knee-deep in his K4 curriculum from Rod and Staff. He does not understand why he has to follow directions. He does a great job, but crossing out that pear because it cannot be blue instead of simply coloring it green is getting to him. Compliant, yes – so long as it makes sense to him. Otherwise, you’d better explain it so that it does make sense to him. He’s so like his Daddy.
I caught Charlie on her hands and knees rocking back and forth in her bed this morning. Maybe she’ll crawl sometime soon yet.
Sterling howled when he turned on the wrong side of the hose splitter and drenched himself. Minutes later, he laughed when he drank from the house sprayer and drenched himself. I do not understand.
Roany the goat did her best to trample Ruby on her way to the milking stand this morning. Ruby was not impressed – and she informed Roany of her displeasure. Roany is scared of Ruby. Ruby’s learned the shaker paddle is her friend. Watching a 30 pound two year old still in her nightgown tell a 100-pound goat what-for is pretty stinking funny.