Not how it all works, huh?
Our little trooper still wants the week-old ant bites on her foot sprayed. She walks around merrily, but when it starts itching, she takes her socks and shoes off and limps toward the bathroom like Frankenstein draggin' a bum leg. Time for a spritz of anti-itch spray. She doesn't over dramatize most things. I say most things.
She's headed out the door with Nanny Carol as I type. That's WHY I'm able to type. NC's taking her for a ride to the bank and dollar store. Of course, she wants her sunglasses that are up the street at my house. Nanny says skip that. Emily thinks otherwise. I'm takin' bets on IF Emily returns with NC with/without the sunglasses. Whose estrogen directed ways will win out in this situation? Stay tuned.
Saturday we went to a local festival for the morning. Boy I've learned you go at 10:00 and leave by 12:30 when it starts warming up. Perfect weather, shade, great company. Miss Emily had some firsts:
-- Rode a pony -- two times. The first time she got on she was hesitant and even whined to get off. I assured her I'd walk with the posse along the short trek. She was quite proud of herself. Later in the morning, she straddled that saddle again and rode like a big girl. Roy Rogers couldn't have been any prouder.
-- Slid repeatedly down an inflatable slide while holding hands with her friend Anna. For 25 cents a thrill, we could've stayed there all day. The huge grins on the girls' faces were priceless. The squeals were just icing on the cake.
-- Ate cotton candy. Yep. She discovered the delectable, pink mystery. Too funny to watch her as she buried her face in the concoction only to have it dissolve in her mouth.
Honestly, life seems to be coming into a 'new normal' for Emily and me. I was talking with Super Mom, Betsy, yesterday. She kindly invited us over to play and chat. She adopted her little girl at age 6ish/6.5 ish so her situation is a lot like mine w/an older child. Our experiences thus far are mostly different -- b/c the girls are different beings, though...but we know that generalities day-to-day and down the road will likely be the same. It's a great source of comfort knowing someone can relate. Her number is on speed dial in my cell phone.
Well, after looking at the veins on my leg while bathing the other day I concluded I'll never need a GPS device in my car. I do believe I have road maps to Dallas, Kansas City, and Seattle etched in little blue and purple designs about my shins and inner thighs. Holler if you set out on a road trip. I probably can find your destination mapped out and hidden behind my knee.