A Throw Your Clothes Up in the Air Kind of Joy

Our Princess has had about as much fun as an eight year old can have and it still be legal.  She has loved having her cousins from out-of-state staying with us, as there’s all kinds of adventures and things to play from getting up to laying down.

Today alone she’s played Star Wars versus Lalaloopsy’s and built with Legos.  She had “the best lunch ever.”  (She’s sweet like that.  If there’s anything at all that she likes, she praises it as the best ever. Today it was because of my potato salad.) Princess rode her bike up and down the sidewalk and felt the wind cut through the sweltering heat that has finally arrived here in Georgia.  She got to peruse the shelves and shelves of books at her favorite bookstore and found a book by her favorite author that she didn’t already have.  Along with her brother and cousins they “rescued” itty bitty frogs and a skink and cared for them in a bug box she got for 77 cents at the GW Boutique.  We got our money’s worth from it today. Right up until dark when I went to let out all those little critters.  (They were concerned about the skink and wanted us to take him to the vet.  To which my sister-in-law told them they’d better have a bake sale because we weren’t paying for a skink’s vet visit. Right on.)

The evening ended with them all running through the sprinklers and sliding down the slide in their wet clothes, which made it even more fun.  They’d yell, “Water slide!” and off they’d go.  It was a busy and fun day.  And to top it all off our Princess didn’t even mess up her nails that she had done with her aunt yesterday.

Still pretty as a picture, even after chasing frogs and skinks and riding her bike.

Still pretty as a picture, even after chasing frogs and skinks and riding her bike.

After all that water fun they came inside in their wet things and headed to their respective baths/showers.  And this is what I saw when I went to check on the Princess.

The shirt our Princess wore today--just hanging out to dry.

The shirt our Princess wore today–just hanging out to dry.

She was quite apologetic as she hollered from the shower.  “Mama, I’m sorry.  I tried to get it down myself.” (as evidenced by the little stepstool underneath)  “I was so happy when I came in that I wanted to toss my shirt up a little bit.  I guess I just threw it too high.”

Y’all.  For the love.

Bless her, she thought I was upset, but it was all I could do to keep from laughing.  Imagine being so joyful that you threw your clothes up in the air so high they landed amongst the light.

The family saying about our Princess is that she is our sunshine, but sometimes we have to wear shades.  I love this side of her.  The one that gets so “I just about can’t bear it” excited.  Life should be that way for all of us at least once, shouldn’t it?

Tonight I’m thankful for her exuberance and joy.  And for a real stool that I can use to get that shirt down.  And yes, I’m going to get it down.  Maybe tomorrow.  For tonight it inspires me.

May you all have a “throw your clothes in the air” joyful kind of day!

It Won’t Always Be This Way

This morning after I finished up with what I had to do at my desk, I turned around to attack the job of tidying up around the house–something that has severely suffered with our pitiful sneezing and worn out from colds selves.

And I saw this.

Why am I the only one who can fold  blanket?

Why am I the only one who can fold blanket?

Sigh.  Why am I the only one who can fold a blanket?  I rescued that one from the GW Boutique a while back.  Someone handmade that quilt and didn’t quite make it full size, but it’s a great size for throwing over your lap while watching the Saturday night Britcoms or reading in this “spinny chair,” as my littles call it.  I do try to keep it folded neatly though and in a different room entirely.  So that was my first task for the day–to fold the blanket and neaten up the chair.

When I got over to the chair and started to pick up the blanket, this is what I saw.

The Princess' "pet" kitties taking a nap, tucked in snugly under the blanket--Chica and Sugar Ray Jr.

The Princess’ “pet” kitties taking a nap, tucked in snugly under the blanket–Chica and Sugar Ray Jr.

Apparently our Princess had tucked in her two “babies,” as she calls them, for the night last night, and they hadn’t quite gotten up while she sat and had her breakfast at the table in the other room.

This right here–it warms my heart.  She is at the age (almost 9) where many girls her age are transitioning away from things like dolls and stuffed animals and catching baby frogs or “hopping Joe’s” as they call the spittle bugs.  I know this for a fact.  Oh maybe not all of them, but I’ve seen enough who are more interested in older things that I know my girl is atypical for her age.

And I’m thankful for that.  And for her sweet spirit that has her doting on these stuffed “babies.”  So today instead of folding up blankets and picking up Lego creations and putting away dressup clothes, I let ’em be.  They won’t always fill our house in this way, so today I decided to be thankful for messed up blankets and “modified” (his word) Lego Star Wars vehicles next to the grits on the kitchen counter.  As Mama said, “There’s a time and a place for everything.”  And today was the time to enjoy the “clutter” and just be.  There will be time enough for cleaning it up tomorrow.

I’ll let you know how it goes.  In the meantime, I am thankful for two kitties who reminded me to slow down, relax, and let some things go.  Even if just for the day.