We went to Lucy's class picnic today. We got up and got all gussied up. The girls each wore cute little dresses and had their hair fixed and were clean and cute when we arrived. 10 minutes later Lucy came over to show me a spot of water that she had spilled on the front of her dress. She failed to mention the mashed strawberries on the skirt, the orange popsicle on the collar, the purple popsicle on the front or the partial tattoo that was emblazoned on the sleeve. That was 10 minutes into the party. By the time we left, she had added pizza, juice, dirt, cheetoh cheese, watermelon, and the dye from cookie sprinkles. She was sweaty, stinky, sticky and one of her knees was bleeding.
Her sister was no better, she was covered in watermelon (I mean covered, she ate three whole slices and her purple dress was a new, darker shade of purple from the fruit juice), she was so sticky that rocks, straw and dirt were clinging to her. Her legs were slippery from bubbles, she had eaten dirt and there were traces of it around her mouth. She also had the requisite pizza, cheetoh cheese and cookie mess on the front of her. I took her to the bathroom three times to rinse her off and she was still a total mess. Oh, and ditto on the bloody knee. By the time we were leaving, she was tired. She could barely walk. Keeping up with the big kids is hard work. She fell asleep in the car on the way home, usually meaning a no-go for nap, but she, for the first time ever, stayed asleep when I transferred her to her bed. When I laid her down in her crib, rocks, dirt and straw fell from wherever they were sticking onto her sheet. She even stayed asleep while I sponge bathed her in her bed. One tired kiddo.
Lucy is bathed and both are resting. Harper has a date with the tub. By the time Ian returns home they will be back to their blonde, sweet smelling little selves. I'm sure Harper will still be able to pull a rock or a chunk of dirt from somewhere, though.
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