EDIT: Ladies, ladies, we’ve discussed this before. A GATOR is a green John Deere vehicle with 2 padded yellow seats (sometimes 4) and a small bed in the back for hauling wood/rocks/farm stuff/six children and one adult. Bigger than a four-wheeler, smaller than a car. Much like a golf cart. A trip to Grandma and Papaw Taviano’s house ALWAYS includes several gator rides. All grandparents should have fun things to ride, eh? (Papaw Yoder has a riding lawnmower and a CRV. My grandpa was a dairy farmer and had slews of tractors.)
Third day of July. Third day of gorgeous, warm, not humid, sunny, fabulous weather. Wow–thanks, God!
We had a great time yesterday with Gabe’s family. Cook-out, gator rides, bikes and toys, eight little ones six and under. It was a great time of laughing and playing and catching up on each other’s lives.
Today is our big food prep day. The girls are bugging me to get started, and I’m procrastinating.
Yesterday, Gabe came home for lunch, and he and the girls had an interesting conversation. They’ve been doing this thing where they “insult” each other back and forth, kind of like the “your mom” jokes (your mama’s so ugly, she…) except Gabe calls them babies and they do it back to him. Livi’s pretty good at it. Ava has a hard time keeping up.
Gabe: You eat baby food.
Livi: You still nurse!
Gabe: When we go to the mall, you ride in a stroller.
Livi: You don’t even know how to roll!
Gabe: Your bed is a crib.
Livi: You need held!
Gabe: When we go out to eat, we don’t have to pay for your food.
Livi: You wear diapers!
Gabe: Your car seat still faces the back.
Livi: Your mommy still burps you!
Gabe: Where’s your bib?
And on and on. You kind of had to be here, I guess.
Before I forget, just wanted to clear up something from yesterday’s post. I do not have an actual babysitter. I was talking about our television. Television = babysitter. Television = on the blink. Mommy = oh no! I won’t try to be funny anymore, because it apparently bombed.
Have a wonderful 4th of July Eve!!