Yesterday after lunch, I was in the bathroom when Olivia started screaming and crying. I asked her if she pinched her finger in the door, she was screaming that her finger hurt, and she was in and out of her room from what I heard. She said that was what happened. Jacob was suspiciously proclaiming his innocence and blaming Asche, although neither Olivia nor I had accused him of anything. I asked Olivia if a cookie would make her finger feel better, and she said it would. Cookies solve everything. So I gave her two cookies. I gave Jacob a couple, and turned around--Olivia was holding her finger between the cookies. ... I was like, the cookies make your finger feel better when you put them in your tummy, and that ice goes on your finger, so I got her some ice.
After nap Amanda invited us over to play. We were over for a little while, and then Jacob said he had to go potty. I was out in the hall and he called me, saying that he peed in his underwear. I walk in, he was standing in the middle of the bathroom, not even that near the toilet. He had indeed peed all up in his underwear, they were only halfway down, and he was still going. All over. His underpants were completely soaked, along with his pants, and a huge puddle all over the floor that I had to clean up. Amanda brought a plastic bag to put his clothes in. I had no intention of touching them, I held the bag open and told Jacob to put his clothes in it. He flung his underwear and hit me in the hand. I was so cranky. I was just telling Amanda how I was exhausted, even though I had gone to bed relatively early the night before. After that mess I was even more tired. We went home and when Danielle got home, we cleaned up toys and I went to bed. At like 6.
Today I took Jacob to the park while Olivia was at school and to Toys "R" Us. At the park, Jacob wanted to be pushed on the swings. He likes to go in the baby swings that are like a diaper shaped harness, you know what I'm talking about. Even if you don't, it doesn't matter, just smile and nod. Good. Well they were somehow lowered or something, or the mulch was filled in, they were not even a foot of the ground. They were almost touching. So I wouldn't push him on those, his feet were going to drag. The normal swings wouldn't do though, Oh No no no. So he went on this rocket thing on a spring, again, you probably know about those, usually animals, made of metal on a big spring and you rock on it. Smile and nod. And we played on the equipment for awhile. Then he wanted to go, but I talked him into walking the paths they have. He was whiny even though he initially agreed. Then I tricked him into liking it, because I said it was a train track and he was pretending to be Percy. Every lamp post we passed he said was Cranky the Crane, so we had to stop and wait for Cranky to load boxes on his freight cars. Then some trees became Cranky too, so we kept stopping every few steps. After naps the three of us all went to another park. The kids were playing. Then this trashy kid kept talking to me. I forget what he kept calling me, I don't think it was dude, but it was that or something stupid like that. I was ignoring him at first until he was like right next to me and there was no avoiding him. He asked if I could run fast and I was like I guess... So he was all like chase me, and I was all like, no. Then at one point he was by us again and he asked me to pick him up to reach the monkey bars, and I was like no, if you're not big enough to reach you might fall and get hurt. (Like I care, but I don't need to be picking up strange trashy kids.)
When Danielle got home, we went to the Post Office, no sirens this time. Oh which reminds me, on our way to the park I saw a school bus pulled over by state trooper, haha. After the Post Office we went to, wait for it...CHUCK E. CHEESE!!!!!! I probably haven't been there in like two years! Just kidding, it wasn't that long. Just kidding, it was considerably longer. I don't seem to have gotten much better at ski ball. I did fairly well, but not like my parents used to. Jacob was chucking balls over hand instead of rolling them.
After Chuck E. Cheese we went to Barnes & Noble as I said, and as Danielle said...
Ah yes, Who Dat? Sunday was the Saints Play-Off game, and it was a big happening in the Milner household as you can imagine. Darren prepared a big feast, Tur-Duck-Hen, (turkey stuffed with duck stuffed with chicken,) boudin balls, crawfish pies, a lot of stuff. Catherine, Adam, and Hayden, Amanda, Max, and Barrett, and Jamie came over to watch, and eat. From what I understand, the game went well. History being made, blah blah. They won, on to the Super Bowl. I'm not really that apathetic toward it, but what am I supposed to say about it? I gave ya a "Who Dat!?" Oh yeah, so I was wearing one of Darren's Saints jerseys, (my flaxen hair and black t-shirt didn't cut it for black and gold,) and Danielle was doing laundry and sent me to the closets for hangers. I got the kids' and then while I was in Danielle and Darren's walk-in collecting theirs I came upon Danielle's old jersey. So I put that on. It caused a sensation when I came back out to the party. I said it fit better. Haha. It was short and tight, not too tight, just more "fitted." So if we go to New Orleans for the game I told Danielle I have to wear hers.
xoxo, Travvy
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