Mammy Camp is going great! Payton loves the park,
but I’ve discovered that if you give the boy a barn, a feed barrel and
a chicken coop, he will be entertained for at least an hour. He’s a very busy little guy!
The girls, being princesses and all,
Last Friday, after a trip to the park and then to the store to get some Skittles, I decided to put up my hammock for them. Everything seemed to be going my way.
I had a chair and a bottle of water. They were in the hammock…
laughing and having a fabulous time. All I had to do was sit there and swing them.
But somebody had guzzled down coffee milk at breakfast and then ate half a bag of Skittles. That, combined with swinging in the polka dot parachute, created the perfect storm.
2 thoughts on “The perfect storm”
Some of my favorite childhood memories were playing in the backyard with my sisters and my dads hammock–minus the throwing up!
Best laid plans of mice and men—Every time we think we have everything under control, we either learn a new lesson or are reminded of the prior learning lesson. The memory will be wonderful and the washing machine better appreciated.