Well, it’s been another one of those kind of days. Yesterday I had the strangest thing happen after school. We are loading Boo’s backpack into the car and a little girl from his class comes up and asks for a play date, for now. Her mom comes over and I say that I couldn’t today (since I wasn’t prepared with any snacks or anything). I said that any other day this week would be fine. The mom says how about we come to your house tomorrow? Umm, OK. I don’t remember inviting them over to my house since I didn’t initiate the play date. Usually, to my inexperienced knowledge perhaps, the person who asks for the play date hosts the play date. I thought maybe it’s a German thing but I’ve never had any of the other German moms invite themselves over, we’ve always arranged things for a few days later at the invitee’s home. It’s just bizarre to me.
- Climbed up the front of her highchair (I was doing dishes in the kitchen)
- Climbed on top of the coffee table (I was vacuuming)
- Rifled through my make-up bag (I was in the shower)
- Pulled out the dvd’s I guess she’d like to watch (I was right here!)
She is just trouble personified today. Trouble Trouble Trouble. I need one of those baby shirts that screams HERE COMES TROUBLE! It’d fit today. Though I do have to say, it could have been worse. My blogger/adoptive friend Tisra is dealing with this over at LifeTrain