It kills me not having a backyard. There are those days that I just want to be able to get stuff DONE and not have the girlies all up in my grill or fighting or screaming or continuing to ransack the house. I wish I could just shoo them outside without the need to have my eyes on them every second. However being the hyper-paranoid parent that I am, for fear they will be snatched up by some scheming, vile, scum-of–the-earth, it’s just not possible right now. (But in a few months it will be!!!!! Yay for bigger house and cheaper rent! boo to the moving part!)
So we end up doing a lot of bike riding. I made the mistake of taking off Diva’s training wheels to help her figure out her balance. I seem to always forget that me+teaching her a new skill=drama.of.life. I might just have to have a neutral third party come in and take over, or just defer to Dad. So back on they went.
Also, the words, “Stop picking the flowers” are always on the tip of my tongue. They pick the poor flowers and surrounding plants to make various princessy, girly things or use them to make “dinner.” If we happen to be outside when the landscaping company shows up, we run like heck.
We do things like play in the back of my car. For some reason they find this thrilling. I think we need to get out more.
And when I finally just can’t take it anymore, we head to the grandparents’.
I get to sit back, relax…
…and the girls have their uncle, Will, make them silly snowmen out of homemade playdough.
Did I mention I can’t wait to have a backyard again? I CANNOT WAIT!!!