There are certain things in arizona that leave me nostaligic, reminding me of my youth. It is the desert in the morning, when everything is soft, damp and bright. The cool crisp evenings listening to the sounds of the night while catching up with old and new friends. It doesn’t hurt that I get to drive around in a SUV, excessively drink starbucks, and wildly over eat. I know. Andy would be proud, I have yet to watch a lifetime movie. This was my first time back to Arizona in a year, and with both my brother and sister and all of our kids. It is total and absolute mayhem. Dinner is a circus, kids are running, screaming and toys are flying.
Our days have been simple and busy. Filled with screaming, tantrums, giggling, endless snack requests and excessive whining. The kids play together wonderfully, if you consider pushing and grabbing as a positive sign. I do. For example, on the way back from one of our numerous trips to the neighborhood park, Addy and KJ found it necessary to body check one another at the front door so they could open the door first. It is very imperative to be the FIRST one to do everything around here, from peeing on the toilet to opening the trash. It’s life and death, you know. I will admit though, there is a small, mildly sinister, part of me that enjoys torturing them when they’re naughty, the look of their guilt just makes me laugh.
Today was no different, but both Heidi and I found ourselves much more exhausted, which lent to some pretty ridiculous things said by heidi, myself and a bonus one from a random stranger. Here are my favorites.
//No touch baby or I’ll cut your hand off!//Can you cry A little quieter?//Kendrick, be quiet, there’s nothing you can say that I want to hear//I need a drink. It’s probably noon somewhere.//Wow, that’s really brave to breastfeed in public.//
Dear Phoenix Zoo, next time can you let the animals out? Thanks. PS. I’d like a refund.
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