Ladybug

Max found a teeny tiny ladybug on the kitchen table today. I think it may have been living in the plant I had there, until I sold it in yesterday's garage sale. I like houseplants, my dear hubby does not. No matter where I put them, they seem to be in the way. It's also hard to find enough sunshine for them in this town. Max was so enthralled with the little thing. At first he just watched it crawl around, then he started blowing it. Gentlly at first and then quite a bit harder. It skittered across the table pretty fast. After that he started to handle it. I so enjoyed watching him study it. He was so excited to show it to Paul when he came home from church. (Yes, we stayed home. More on that later.) A few minutes later Max announced that the ladybug was broken. I went to investigate and sure enough, it was broken. Wings, legs, shell ... all in different pieces. We looked at it for a few seconds and then Max said "Needs its Mommy." Yes, son. The ladybug needs its Mommy because it's broken.

The garage sale was a huge success! We advertised that we were "open" at 9am. The first guy came at 8:07. And he seemed a little annoyed that we weren't ready for him. By 8:30 there were at least 10 people keeping around. How annoying! We were bringing stuff outside as fast as we could, trying to take money, answer questions, etc. One lady said it's been a long time since there's been a big sale with lots of good stuff. Another guy said we had strange items. Whatever. It added over $200 to our rainy day fund so we feel it was well worth the effort.

Max was miserably sick. As hard as it was to see him so unhappy, he was so snuggly. Only Mommy would do. We had lots of cuddles throughout the day. At naptime he fell asleep on my lap at the kitchen table while I was feeding Marty. Yup, Marty's full on sick now too. I started to feel crummy yesterday afternoon so I crawled into bed while the boys were napping. I was so frustrated to be awoken, not by my children, but by 4 neighbourhood boys who were playing IN MY BACKYARD. They've done so on a few different occassions. Of course it's always after school or on Saturday, right at naptime. I did kick them off our yard one time several months ago, but they seemed to have forgotten they weren't supposed to play in somebody else's yard. Our neighbours to one side are up a steep bank from us, and on the other side there's a steep bank down. I suspect our yard is the middle ground for their cops and robbers or whatever game of chase and attack they were playing. There's a greenbelt behind us and we don't care if they play there, but right in the middle of our back yard, right below my window - that's a bit much. So I opened the window and politely asked them to leave. We'll see how long it sticks this time. Next time I'm sending out the man of the house!

As I said, the boys and I skipped church today. We were in no condition to see anyone. I was so relieved when Paul came home. I put Marty down and left Paul to feed and put Max down for his nap. Then I went to bed.

I guess this being sick stuff has taken its toll on Max. He just couldn't stay awake.


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Here's hoping tomorrow will be much better for us all.

This is Max being a turtle.


This is my sick little boy.