Saturday afternoon was a beautiful day here in Iowa. The sun was shining. The thermometers were rising. The wind was blowing ... that's right ... I knew something was ruining it. It was the damn wind. What is it with Iowa, mother nature, and the incessant need to constantly blow us over with gusts that make doing anything with children a complete nightmare? Especially when the kids don't even notice it the blasts of air about knocking them down.
"MOM! A picnic would be great today! Wouldn't it?"
"Yeah sweetie ... never mind that 40mph wind gust that just blew your PB&J down the street and through the neighbors double paned window. Oh honey, you better go catch your bike ... it's going for a ride without you."
Seriously!
I can not stand the constant wind here in these parts. This coming from a gal who moved here from Chicago. Ya know ... THE WINDY CITY?? Yeah, they don't have nothin' on us over here in Iowa.
Just sayin'.
ANYWAY - there was something else that put a damper on our day Saturday, besides that darn breeze. Yup, always something going on to make our day exciting. Emily was outside playing, in flip flops ... <cough> which I constantly tell her not to play in and that she should have her tennis shoes on </cough> ... and Miss Thing tripped on her shoe as she was running up the stairs of our deck ...
... and tripped ...
... and gave us reason to go visit the Urgent Care ...
... for three flippin' hours ...
... in the middle of the afternoon ...
MY POOR SWEET GIRL, EMILY ...
She only needed two stitches, but still, she's bruised up pretty bad inside her lip. It makes my heart hurt when a little one gets an ooowie?
However .... I told her so.
I did.
I'll bet if she was wearing her tennis shoes ... that wouldn't have happened.
Ahem.
