Well, it's happened. I exercised, by my own full consent, and I didn't die. Much. (The things we do for kiddos we love.) Today the four (KL, DB, Bug and the Fairy) walked down to play in the water at the splash park. We also got to listen to the (at times AWFUL) talent show that was taking place a 100 yards away. Trust me, if I disliked hearing certain pop songs on the radio before, now I may just hurl when I hear the first chords.
But these kids...the Niece and Nephew...are actually pretty spectacular. (Lets see how I feel in 10 days...) They don't beg for things, they help out, and they even respect others. I don't know how they learned it on their home ranch of 18000 (yes, thousand) acres, but they are pretty down to earth and humble kids. I couldn't believe it when Bug (the boy) took the time to move his sister after she fell asleep so that she would get more A/C.
The Fairy is a complete firecracker. She's a ball of energy that sometimes manages to crash land for 40 winks or so. She walked 3 and a half miles with us today and did not complain once, even when she got a blister! That's pretty amazing for a 6 year old. Bug is 12 (as of a couple days ago) and has been a mature little man for a while now.
I did learn today, however, that these kids are blessedly naive about sex. When confronted with my friend's (the Stripper) 5 inch patent leather stripper heels, The Fairy said only this: "those are fancy! Does she wear them to church? I bet everybody stares...it's not nice to stare." It took all I had not to tell her that those shoes were meant to make people (men) stare. Thank God I didn't tell her those were the Stripper's work shoes!
So yeah, the kiddos and I are figuring out this whole summer visit thing. Tomorrow we go to my hometown for their celebration, then Sunday it's off to hang out with friends at Mike's hotel. Looking forward to the week, just gotta keep em busy til the 10th. Cross your fingers peeps!
To learning mommy skills and explaining strippers to 6 year olds.
Love and Laughter,
-Kat Lady
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