Once there were 2 little girls, they were full of mischief and sugar. They did a lot together, they would chase each other (depending on who had the others toy), they would eat together and they would watch tv together. On occasion they would cry together, but usually if one of them was crying it seemed to make the other content. They had a nice mother an crazy father with crazy eyebrows and ear hair. Their mother spent most of her time with them cleaning them, feeding them, reading to them and trying to teach them to behave. Their father wasn't around as much but when he was he seemed pretty tired, on occasion he would play with them or tease them with their toys.
Every Wednesday at about 2am a garbage truck would come rumbling around right outside their backyard to pick up the garbage from the daycare center. It would make lots of noise and wake everyone up...every single week. Not things to mention to potential home buyers if they were to sell the house.
Every month or so Nana and Papa will come by to visit. It's always a time they look forward to. It means attention and fun. Often times they would go out to eat or make lots of yummy food. They would play games together or visit the museum or the zoo. It's been a few weeks since they visited last. Maybe in a few more they'll come by again.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
3 comments:
2 am garbage pick up? yuck.
That was a funny story--you should tell it to them for a bedtime story. I would maybe leave out the part about the scary garbage. Is that a new thing? It didn't bother us when I was there. Maybe we were just too tired to care.
Well, the garbage thing doesn't happen every night. We did hear it last night. We do have sweet girls. We are lucky. Sometimes I forget that when Julie unravels a whole roll of toilet paper into the toilet, or draws all over herself with a marker, or takes off her dry diaper and pees on the floor. I try to laugh, but sometimes it doesn't seem funny at the time. Good thing they are cute.
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