Today we all went to the lake to “fish” and swim. By “we all” I mean my family and Ortego’s sister’s (Kaci’s) family, and by “fish” I mean the 5, 3, and 2-year-old’s used their cute little Barbie doll and Cars fishing rods and slung them around until the bobbers (sans hooks) landed in the water. This was not such an accomplishment as all three of them were
standing in the water while they “fished.” It was ridiculously adorable, though, so it wasn’t a complete waste of time.
I tell you what, though, those ridiculously adorable afternoons do not just happen as I was always led to believe as a child. This outing to the lake required the tireless efforts of three adults, the herding of two babies and three children, mediating petty arguments, carrying around a 3-year-old who forgot his shoes (and he may be skinny, but he is not light, let me tell you), repeatedly shooing away the ducks so that they didn’t eat the baby’s animal crackers right out of his hands, and at least $50 worth of “fishing” gear and picnic fodder. The end result was five wet and sandy children, two wet and sandy mothers, and one incredibly grumpy Ortego who refused to get in the water.
All in all I’d say it was worth the effort, though.
Also: Christina, you ho bag, answer me damn it! I sent you an email days ago with various template designs and I’ve heard nothing back. What is the hold up, woman?
Also, also: This is just too perfect; I couldn’t not add this: Isaac (2), who was supposed to have been in his room having a nap, just came out of his room, calm as could be, holding out a used and very dirty diaper to show me, and said, “Ew, Mama.”