The Joyful Noise Praiser
I mentioned last post about how much I'm going to miss our preschool choir, the Praisers, but I have only touched on Ladybug's enjoyment of it. Let's just say that she's found something she truly loves. Some kids get on stage on freeze up, forgetting to sing. Not my child, no way. She sings, LOUDLY and PROUDLY.
Part of me wanted to tell her to tone it down, but I just couldn't, not yet at least. She's making her joyful noise to the Lord. As she gets older, I'll try to help her understand the difference between singing loudly and yelling. I'm sure her friend will appreciate it.
Six Degrees of the Stomach Bug
The weekend of our choir program, it seemed EVERYONE was coming down with the stomach bug. We had had rehearsal Saturday morning, and at least two brothers came down with it AFTER they were at rehearsal. The oldest of the brothers was next to the brother of one of L's best friends, and L is also friends with HIS little brother. Saturday I started playing Six Degrees of the Stomach Bug. It's kind of like Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon, but with vomiting. I literally was thinking, "S played with C. C is E's brother. E is one of L's best friends, and they always hold hands and sing together."
We sang with diminished numbers on Sunday morning. After the kids sang, they went to 2x2 at church, where Ladybug took a picture with The Big Guy, her best friend whose a boy (not her boyfriend). They were, of course, hugging. It is such a sweet friendship, and I cherish it so much. That said, The Big Guy's mom texted me that afternoon to say that The Big Guy was throwing up. I felt like I had the Sword of Damocles over my head, but instead of a sword, it was a barf bag. Anyway, the kids performed at church that night with even smaller numbers. With a lot of prayer, none of us caught the bug. It serves to prove that prayer is more powerful than Kevin Bacon!
The week before Easter I was SICK with a horrible sinus infection. At some point while I was in and out of consciousness due to Benadryl use, Bart asked me if I thought it'd be okay for him to order a kit to raise butterflies with Ladybug. So, a few days later when Fed Ex delivered a box that stated "LIVE INSECTS OPEN IMMEDIATELY!" I didn't and just left it for Bart to open.
What we got were two jars, each with five caterpillars in it with some sort of food stuff for them to eat. Over the next several days we watched the caterpillars get bigger and bigger, much like The Very Hungry Caterpillar. We watched as they eventually made their way to the tops of the jars to become cocoons. Once they were all cocoons, we moved them to a pop-up butterfly cage, hung it in the hall bathroom and waited. After around another week, one by one, they emerged as butterflies. Once they all emerged we let them loose in our front yard. Ladybug and Bart enjoyed the process so much that they decided to look for different caterpillars during a walk this weekend. When we got home, Bart looked up what they had and found out they were actually web worms. They're going to keep looking for caterpillars though.
Dads, Donuts, Sooner Softball, Fishing, and Macaroons
Last week Bart went to Ladybug's school for Dad's and Donuts. I can't even begin to explain to you how much Ladybug looked forward to this. She's had me at school for all sorts of stuff, but Bart has only been there a couple of times. He took off the entire day, and we went to a U of A softball game that night to actually watch THE SOONERS! Bart just sat quietly while Ladybug and I yelled Boomer Sooner over and over. It was a record crowd, because there were far more Sooner fans there than Razorback.
We did sit more with Razorback fans than Sooner. At one point after Ladybug yelled (and we've already established she's loud) a particularly robust, "GO OU!" a man in front of us turned around, looked at Ladybug, and asked, "How old is she?" I told him she is four, and he said, "I would have had words with her if she was older." Oh well, the Sooners won, 3-1, so we were happy in the end!
Ladybug has decided that she likes to eat fish, so she has been begging Bart to take her fishing. They enlisted her best friends, B.E. and her Dad and went fishing Saturday. They didn't end up catching anything, but the girls had fun (and so did the dads). Since they didn't catch any fish, we went to eat at Flying Fish with B.E.'s family, then went across the street to Onyx Coffee Lab for macaroons. It was a pretty great day!
Dory Gale (And Lucy Too)
For Christmas, Bart and I thought we'd be nice and get the puppy girls a new dog bed. By the puppy girls, we assumed it would be Dory's bed. She's the only one who ever used the old one. Lucy always seemed to prefer the couch or our laps to the bed. The few times she has slept on it, she just put the front half of her body on it. The old bed has holes in it from where Dory has dug to make it comfortable. It is sad shape. Surely she'd love a new one, right? WRONG! She has curled up in it once, maybe twice in all these months.
Lucy, on the other hand, seems to love the new bed. I should have realized that she thought it was too small for her. She always has seemed just a bit claustrophobic (add that to her huge list of phobias). Thankfully she and Ladybug are getting a lot of use out of it.
Dory though... Do you remember on Fraiser when Martin Crane only wanted his chair? Fraiser would buy him the newest, most comfortable looking chair, but it wasn't his nasty, duct-tape covered recliner. Dory is Martin Crane.
The old bed has been sitting in front our bed since Christmas. We didn't have the heart to throw it away yet, thank goodness. While cleaning the bathroom one afternoon, Dory came into the bedroom to be near me, and curled up in her bed. Then she stayed there. Realizing that my poor girl had been missing her bed these past four and a half months, I placed it next to the new one in the living room, and I think I heard Etta James singing "At Last" in the background when she saw it. She has spent more time on that old, holey bed that anywhere else. The moral of the story is you may be able to teach an older dog new tricks, but don't try to change her bed!
We're expecting a night of severe weather tonight, so I should probably go charge my phone or something. I know that I should prepare more for it, but I'm an Oklahoma girl. I don't sweat storms until they're on top of me. Have a happy week, y'all!