It took a two-year-old fire fighter to help me open a water bottle, yesterday. I'm trying to open the top for her and it won't stay open. This tiny, giggly voice says, "I can open it, gib it to me. I show you." I can't even say "I felt like a two-year-old" because she was apparently more skilled than I was. Thankfully, I was able to distract her from my water bottle incompetence with my Legos. We played with them for over an hour. Yellow and red were our favorite colors. Mother Nature had a massive temper tantrum, last night. The thunder was so loud, the earth shook. I couldn't even get to the 'thousand' part of 'one - one thousand' between the lightning and the thunder. Danger, close! Then the noisy rain was unleashed and I was worried my bedroom window was going to shatter from the hard pebbles beating against it. No sleep happening through this tantrum. Guess she had her say. I guess we all felt like we were two, yesterday.
Friday, December 11, 2015
One - One Thousand
Dear Diary,
It took a two-year-old fire fighter to help me open a water bottle, yesterday. I'm trying to open the top for her and it won't stay open. This tiny, giggly voice says, "I can open it, gib it to me. I show you." I can't even say "I felt like a two-year-old" because she was apparently more skilled than I was. Thankfully, I was able to distract her from my water bottle incompetence with my Legos. We played with them for over an hour. Yellow and red were our favorite colors. Mother Nature had a massive temper tantrum, last night. The thunder was so loud, the earth shook. I couldn't even get to the 'thousand' part of 'one - one thousand' between the lightning and the thunder. Danger, close! Then the noisy rain was unleashed and I was worried my bedroom window was going to shatter from the hard pebbles beating against it. No sleep happening through this tantrum. Guess she had her say. I guess we all felt like we were two, yesterday.
It took a two-year-old fire fighter to help me open a water bottle, yesterday. I'm trying to open the top for her and it won't stay open. This tiny, giggly voice says, "I can open it, gib it to me. I show you." I can't even say "I felt like a two-year-old" because she was apparently more skilled than I was. Thankfully, I was able to distract her from my water bottle incompetence with my Legos. We played with them for over an hour. Yellow and red were our favorite colors. Mother Nature had a massive temper tantrum, last night. The thunder was so loud, the earth shook. I couldn't even get to the 'thousand' part of 'one - one thousand' between the lightning and the thunder. Danger, close! Then the noisy rain was unleashed and I was worried my bedroom window was going to shatter from the hard pebbles beating against it. No sleep happening through this tantrum. Guess she had her say. I guess we all felt like we were two, yesterday.
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