Saturday, January 28, 2012

Saturday is a special day

Another weekend's come and gone and we have very little to show for it, though I did spend the morning going through toys and clothes (we ended up ditching two garbage bags full) and Andrew spent three hours working on a single statistics problem (which incidentally ended up being unassigned— he still has to do his homework after spending all that time on that tricky problem).

The girls had Emily over to play and got along nicely, for the most part. Grandma got a package in the mail yesterday and gave the girls the box. It was kind of funny, actually.

Grandma regularly donates blood at the Red Cross and she earns points throughout the year for doing so. At the end of the year she can cash her points in for a prize and this year she chose a Red Cross camping chair, which they said would ship in 8–12 weeks. Grandma gave blood on Thursday and yesterday was showing the girls the rectangle the phlebotomist drew on her arm so that he'd remember where to poke her after sterilizing the area and then Grandma said, "I wonder when my camping chairs going to get here..."

And the doorbell rang.

Rachel ran to answer it and there, instead of a person, stood a tall cardboard box.

It was from the Red Cross and inside was a camping chair.

The timing was impecable.

And the girls have really been enjoying that box. They coloured it with Emily today and were all sitting in it so cute so I ran to get the camera but by the time I came back, something tragic had happened and instead of capturing a beautiful moment I captured Rachel screaming, "YOU RUIN EVERYTHING!" at Emily. Fun times...

And then I made Rachel come upstairs to cool down and Emily came upstairs, too, for some reason (maybe Emily really does ruin everything—she managed to even ruin time out! ...just kidding...) leaving Miriam in the box alone. A few minutes later we heard, "Grandma! Grandma! Help me! I'm in a box...and I can't get out!"

It was pitiful. 

Grandma helped her out and then we had lunch—bean burritos, bananas, oranges, and string cheese. Miriam just had a quesadilla because she doesn't like beans in her burritos. She opened it up to check and said, "What the hiccup!?"

This threw Rachel into a fit of giggles.

"She meant to say 'What the heck!'" Rachel laughed, "But instead she said 'What the hiccup!'"

It's actually rather hilarious, barring the fact that my two-year-old was trying to say 'What the heck?' I know it's a Utah phrase but I don't think it's one that I use all that often, so what the heck's going on here?

After lunch, Miriam went down for a nap and Rachel and Emily went to play at Emily's house. Then we ran a bunch of errands, including a stop at the library. The girls had a blast picking out books—Rachel would grab one and say, "Oh, this one looks good!" And then Miriam would grab one and say, "Oh, this one looks good!" And then Rachel would grab one and say, "How about this one?" And then Miriam would grab one and say, "How about this one?"

Miriam's quite the little parrot. I think that's why she talks so well already. 

By the time we got home, Auntie Katharine, Uncle Todd, and Kayl were over to make a birthday dinner for Grandma—her birthday is on February 14th, so it's a little bit early but who says no to a meal they don't have to cook? 

The girls were thrilled to have Kayl over and taught him the charming game of running around the house like wild animals. 

Shortly after this picture was taken Rachel and Kayl lost their balance and face planted on the floor. 

It ended up being a pretty fun day, I suppose. And the kids were so exhausted that they were asleep before 9:00 so I'm not complaining!

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