Today has been great. Really. The kids & I got to go with a friend out to the landing zone to watch our husbands (mine & hers, not mine & the kids :P) do their last jumps of Airborne school. It was a lot of fun, watching the planes fly over and the guys pop out, looking like 30 jellyfish strung out, floating around in the sky.
Stupid me, I forgot my camera.
Stupider me, I forgot to put sunblock on the kids before we left, or even take it, for that matter. I brought sweatshirts, sure. Hats, too. Didn't really think about the fact that we'd be out on an open field with no shade for a few hours.
The kids had tons of fun, though. Big Brother found a friend around his age to play with, and they chased each other around the entire time we were there. Little Sister tried her hardest to keep up, and did a pretty good job, but is still a little unsteady on her feet, so she kept falling over. Surprisingly, or not, it was Big Brother who ended up with a goosegg on his head from running into the corner of the bleachers.
This jump was a combat jump, meaning they had their rucks & rifles with them, and dropped them onto cords when they were about halfway to the ground. It was a really cool thing to watch.
Not cool were the two guys who's chutes got entangled and they fell together. It was pretty scary, but at least they were ok. Not nearly as scary, I guess, as the guy who's wind got 'stolen' from the guy who floated right underneath him yesterday and fell to the ground. Glad I wasn't there.
So the first half of my day was pretty good. Both kids fell asleep in the car on the way home, completely filthy & covered head to toe in dirt (Little Sister even had it in her mouth!). I tried my hardest to keep them awake, but just got dirty looks from Little Sister before she fell asleep. Once we got home, she went right back to sleep after being disrobed, having her diaper changed, and getting a quick wipedown. Big Brother, on the other hand, just sat in his room and played quietly for a while, but then started demanding to be let out. I wasn't ready to deal with the chaos again just yet, so I let him yell. (judge me if you must, but if you do, you're probably not a mom)
As soon as they woke up, they both went right into the bathtub. I quickly washed them both and was going to let them play for a while, but Little Sister pooped. Ugh. I hate bathtub poop. Got them both out, lotioned & diapered, and as I was cleaning the tub (ugh) I heard Little Sister scream. Like she was hurt. Naturally, I asked Big Brother what happened, and he ran out yelling "I wrestle Sister". At least there was no lasting damage.
So I'm pretty sure The Hubs got the shoot shake out detail today, because he would have been home over an hour ago if he didn't. And since he doesn't have his phone on him until he gets to the car on his way home, I never know how long it's going to be before he gets off. So I never know whether to start dinner or not. So now I'm just waiting.
Oh yeah. And I left my keys at WalMart last week. lovely, eh?