I don't wanna be happy!

I'm feeling industrious this morning. The kid is sleeping in (the long day of dictatorial rule yesterday must have worn her out). I need to get her up for church but I don't mind telling you that I am afraid of my own child. She can be sort of mecurial. Yesterday she was having a tantrum and I said something like, "Why are you crying? Don't you want to be happy?" "I don't wanna be happy!" she wailed.

Anyway, I gave both of the Boxers a bath this morning. I skipped Karl, but only because it is his birthday. Plus, when I give him a bath, his fur doesn't fully dry until Christmas.


Clean



Still dirty
Happy 10th birthday, Karl Lee!

Yesterday I took the kid to a local agility trial, where a friend of mine was competing. After that we went to one of those paint-it-yourself pottery joints. She painted a plate for her dad for Father's Day. I helped out a little, but it definitely looks like a three-year-old did it. We put her hand print in the middle but then she painted over it anyway. We pick it up next week after it gets glazed and fired and whatever else they do to pottery.

The tricky part was getting her to keep it a secret. She and I met her dad at Red Robin for lunch. She ran up to him and yelled, "We painted you a piuakleaaucajrek" (because at that point I had clamped my hand over her loud little mouth).

Last night P drove to the liquor store for some beer, because his child had driven him to drink. (She was truly driving us around the bend yesterday - she kept doing things like filling tiny plastic cups with water from the dogs' bowl and then pouring it in various places in her room.)

When he got back she ran up to him, hugged him around the leg, and said, "I'm so happy you have me!" And then, "I'm so happy to see you, Father." I'm not sure what the first statement means, but it was pretty cute.

Comments

Drasch23 said…
My goodness. It doesn't look like you can separate Chloe and Giddy. And your kid is damn cute.
June 1, 2008 at 11:17 AM
Mary said…
That first pic sure makes me miss having 2 Boxers!! Augh, one day again! Anyway.... never a dull moment with A huh??;) Driving the parents to drink.... I've said that one more than once. Oh well, I made it through three and am not a alcoholic, yeah. ;)
June 1, 2008 at 2:11 PM
The Rose Queen said…
Your dogs are too cute!! ANd A is so pretty too. I enjoy reading your blog.

'Your little sister's friend'
June 1, 2008 at 10:54 PM
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