Piper has decided we should be a family of sea otters. Last night we were cuddled up on the couch watching Planet Earth when we learned about the importance of body rubbing. You see, a family of sea otters practices body rubbing, which is exactly what it sounds like, to manage their furry coats and promote bonding.
“Let’s try it!” Piper said, wiggling her body and rubbing her head on my arm.
A fit of giggles ensued. Obviously. Bonding accomplished.
It’s all rainbows, fresh crepes in bed, and love around here this morning.
Hope your day is full of homemade cards, peace, and your heart’s desire.
No one likes a party more than Piper. She can’t wait. Any reason to celebrate suits her. As you know, Mother’s Day is this weekend. Piper is gearing up. Or more accurately, Sissy, who is currently addicted to Pinterest, is designing daily art projects for Piper to complete for Mother’s Day. Piper can’t wait until the weekend, though, so I get a dose of homegrown love every day leading up to the big event. Here is this morning’s treat:
Ahh….every day should be Mother’s Day. I’ll take it.
Piper, Sissy, and I are growing strawberries in our backyard. This morning Piper decided she was hungry for one so we went to inspect our harvest. This was the entire batch:
Did you miss it? Our thumb size strawberry?
It’s miniature but mighty. Just like Sissy and Piper.
“Mom, will you cut it in half for me?” Piper asked. “I don’t want to get full.”
Then she laughed herself silly at her own joke.
If you don’t feel well today, give Piper a call. She will pat your hand and extend her sympathies. She’ll even develop her own phantom ailments to empathize with yours.
This morning I mentioned a headache and Piper said, “My eyebrow hurt once too. It did. Not now. But once. I remember it well.”
Piper has been having nightmares. Kenny the Shark is to blame. Piper thinks he’s absolutely terrifying.
We don’t let her watch such violence at home, of course. She saw it during indoor recess. Discovery Channel needs and R rating, according to Piper’s imagination.
While I was trying to rationalize her irrational fear, she asked, “Mom, are sharks and ghosts real?”
“Well,” I answered, “sharks are real. Ghosts aren’t.”
“Ugh,” Piper said, “I was hoping you’d say ghosts are real. They’re so much less scary than sharks.”
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