We had a great weekend, but neglected to take many pictures. Henry's feeling better and went back to school on Friday, though he continues to insist that he's sick and demands medicine every time he coughs. (Nice try, buster.)
On Friday morning, the exterminator came and sprayed the inside and outside of our house with a cocktail of chemicals that he insisted were harmless, but "don't let the kids touch them while they're still wet." We are glad to report that there's only been one Palmetto sighting since, and it was a slow moving roach that showed up on Friday afternoon and had pretty obviously already been affected by the spray. Mama sprayed it with Raid (which is not a pretty sight to watch) and vacuumed it up. Henry then insisted on setting up his train track on the spot of the chemical holocaust (who is Raid kidding with their "Country Fresh" scent?) and we've probably all lost enough brain cells to set us back a few months in our development. But at least we don't have any more bugs.
On Friday morning, the exterminator came and sprayed the inside and outside of our house with a cocktail of chemicals that he insisted were harmless, but "don't let the kids touch them while they're still wet." We are glad to report that there's only been one Palmetto sighting since, and it was a slow moving roach that showed up on Friday afternoon and had pretty obviously already been affected by the spray. Mama sprayed it with Raid (which is not a pretty sight to watch) and vacuumed it up. Henry then insisted on setting up his train track on the spot of the chemical holocaust (who is Raid kidding with their "Country Fresh" scent?) and we've probably all lost enough brain cells to set us back a few months in our development. But at least we don't have any more bugs.
Mama is getting tired of me carrying shoes around the house (I refuse to observe the strict "No Shoes on the Carpet" policy), so she got out a pair of Henry's old slippers. I don't know what she's thinking. Who would give up pretty sparkly slippers and fun flowered rain boots in favor of fuzzy red boy slippers? Whatever, mom.
On Friday night, we went to bed with the promise that we'd have visitors on Saturday morning. And we did! We woke up to find our favorite Miss Susan and Mister Paul asleep in the guest room and mumbling something about having only given up playing Beatles Rock Band 4 hours earlier. When are these grown-ups going to learn to stop playing video games all night because we're not going to sleep in for them? Despite the rainy weather (that's been going for a week), papa and Mister Paul headed on to campus to try and get tickets for the Clemson-Boston College football game. They had a great time, but the game was delayed due to lightening in the 3rd quarter and the stadium was cleared as a safety precaution.
The rest of us set out to find something fun to do. We succeeded in getting lost and found one of the few remaining gas stations in the country with old dial pumps (where does the credit card go?) and an old chain-smoking lady working the cash register inside. She told us we should go check out some big flea market east of Anderson. Mama decided no one was going to take a nap and we headed over to find the flea market. It was massive and boasted only one rule "Pay us $8 and you can sell anything you want." There was a farmers market, a whole section of puppies being sold out of laundry baskets, many Michael Jackson Tribute shirts, tons of "As Seen on TV" products, and even a mini donut booth. I really wanted to stay and look at the table with obscure Pixar Cars' cars, but mama made the mistake of coming to the flea market without any cash. We did scrape together enough change to buy snow cones before we left. I got banana, mama got strawberry, and Miss Susan got blue raspberry. June was asleep in the stroller and we didn't tell her that we stopped for treats.
On Sunday, mama took the opportunity to dress June up, since it was still raining, so there wasn't a chance to go outside and get dirty. We found a restaurant in Anderson that was playing the Benglas game (most of South Carolina is dry on Sunday, but Anderson is one of the few towns that allows bars to open). Henry and I were very good at the restaurant for the whole first half of the game. I played with toys in my high chair and Henry colored a special project for PawPaw. We got to eat lunch there too. (Mama loves bar food.) We didn't get home until after 3, so we took really late naps. This worked out well, because mama and papa let us stay up late because PawPaw was going to talk to us on the webcam at 9. I spent most of the time trying to type on the computer, but Henry had a nice conversation with PawPaw that quickly evolved into Henry running across the room, so PawPaw could see him saumersault on to the couch wearing nothing but his underpants. I think PawPaw thought it was funny.
Mama's still trying to get a decent picture of Henry. She's worried he might run away from home, and we'll only be able to give the police pictures of him in his underpants. And the way he and mama are getting along today, he might run away from home sooner than we think.Since we got to stay up until 9:30, and didn't really fall asleep until after 10, we've been quite a handful for mama. Henry got sent to nap early for hitting me with a car. Then he really tested mama's patience by calling for her, so he could discuss a matchbox car he found in bed. This has become increasingly common lately, so mama said it was bedtime and he lost all of his books because bedtime does not meaning calling mama upstairs 10 times to talk. Henry cried and asked for Papa to come home because Papa would let him read books. Mama responded that papa is at work, so he was stuck with her. This just made Henry cry more. We sure have the meanest mom ever.
Finally, here's a video of me dancing. Papa and Bubba were on campus last night getting some work done, so I took the opportunity to dance without the threat of getting tackled. (By the way, here's proof that we do pick up the 97,000 puzzle pieces every night.)
