We love to eat with SueSue and DaeDae after church on Sundays. One of our favorite places to eat is Keifer's.
Here's my sweet 2nd grader. She's such a big kid now.
I have the sweetest friends. Here I am with the ladies from church who have sponsored me as a new member of the Junior League this year.
The Sunday before Labor Day our kids from church have a fun day at a local water park. This year Daphney went too. These two love to play together.
They also love a big Icee. Or three.
Sara Madalin (and others in 2nd grade) has started earning AR points this year. For every book she reads, she can test on it and receive points. The first semester she had a pretty low goal - 6 points. Most books she's able to read on her own earn her .5 points because they are beginner reading books. Some of the books we read together can earn her up to 10 points, if she answers all the questions correctly. During her first semester, she reached her goal really quickly. Once she reached 10 points, I told her we would go to Menchie's, a frozen yogurt shop she likes. Here we are the day we went for reward.
And not two hours later, this happened.
That's the side wall of our extra garage/shop. Painted.
When we had arrived home after visiting Menchie's Sara Madalin had stayed outside to play. Not unusual. We always meet Reagan for dinner on Friday nights. So, when it was time for us to leave to go meet Reagan, I went outside to have her come in to clean up and get ready to leave. When I walked outside our garage, I noticed the garden hose lying across the drive-way. Then I noticed there was paint on the ground and on the hose. I called for Sara Madalin and she wouldn't answer. When I finally found her, she was covered in paint and what looked like cement. I later saw that it was joint compound, which is basically mud. I said, "Tell me where the paint is." Her reply, "No."
To say I was upset, is an understatement.
I told her to tell me where the paint was or she could go pack a bag and stay with someone else, because she wasn't going to stay there talking to me that way and destroying property.
She went inside and I began to look around the house and yard looking for the paint. I couldn't find it.
She came back outside with her back pack and climbed up in a crepe myrtle tree. I asked her again where the paint was. She pointed to our garage/shop wall. I walked over that way and as I came to that side of the wall and saw it, she jumped out of the tree and jumped on her bike. She began pedaling down the driveway trying to get away. She knew she was in deep trouble.
I went inside and changed clothes so that I could clean things up. I came back outside and got in my car to go get her. I found her in our neighbor's driveway. She was lying down on top of her backpack with a scarf over her hear. Just like a little refugee orphan. It was all I could do not to laugh. I told her to get in the car and come help me clean things up. She did and we spent the next hour cleaning the wall.
My neighbors were outside. Of course. Because when something like this happens, every parent wants an audience. One of my neighbors called to me, "Is it water-based or oil-based?" I looked around at all the cans and said, "I don't know. There are at least 6 cans over here." Turns out, most of what was on the wall was joint compound (mud). There was some spray paint chalkboard paint that we couldn't get off. Reagan tried to get it off with some mineral spirit (?) but some of it is still there.
When I asked her why she did it, she said, "Because you never let me paint." I said, "NO, I never let you paint the house. You're right."
I made her scrub until Reagan got home. She said, "Momma, I'm thirsty." I said, "You clean. When I think you need something to eat or drink, I'll give it to you. Until then, you scrub."
Needless to say, we didn't meet Reagan for dinner that night.