Buried Treasure

Chris came home some time ago to a huge hole dug in our backyard. Now, the history of our backyard is important here....we've been trying to make grass grow since we built the house. The size of the hole was big enough for Chris to crawl into and sit down. This is the scene that followed: 

Chris (looking out the back window): "Baaabee!! Why is there a hole in our backyard?!?"

Me: "What? I don't know."

Chris: "Was someone in our backyard?!"

Me: "No, not that I know of...."

Chris opens the back door and walks outside....his yard shovel is laying next to the hole. A few minutes later me, Chloe, and Ava join him. With all four of us standing around looking down at the hole, I notice the girls making eyes at one another...almost as if to say, "we aren't saying anything..." 

Me: "Girls, do you know about this hole?!" 

Ava: silent, looks at Chloe....Chloe shakes her head

Chris: "okay girls...what happened"

Chloe (with an extreme sense of urgency and speed in her voice): "Before you get mad, there might be treasure down there and we won't know unless we look for it" 

Ava: "We were playing pirates" 

Chloe: "Or, or, or, there could be dinosaur bones down there. Mama! How will know unless we look?!" 

Chris: "So you took my yard shovel and dug a hole in the backyard, to look for buried treasure or dinosaur bones" 

Chloe & Ava: "Yep, but we didn't find any" 

Ava: "Yeah, and then we got tired so we just came inside." 

Me: laughing hysterically

One day...when these two girls win the nobel peace prize for some extraordinary discovery, they will totally say it all started looking for buried treasure and dinosaur bones in the backyard. 

And that daddy helped them fill in the hole they dug. 

The F Word

It has been forever since I sat down to write. Given the major memories we have had recently (my graduation, applying to Grad school, summer time with my kids, etc.) I wish I had a life-altering, philosophical writing to offer you.

I got nothin'.

Instead, I am gracing your presence with a phase my child is going through.....replacing every possible verb with the F word. Yep, the F word. The worst thing is that every time she says it, her sister laughs hysterically while I go into a hysterical fit as why it is inappropriate and disgusting. It is inappropriate, disgusting and I'm certain my disapproval only makes it more appealing.

Fart. It is a disgusting word. And it has become Chloe's word for everything.

In the backseat of the car, she will sing songs replacing appropriate verbs with the word Fart...."I fart those days as they go by, oh, nothing sweeter than fart time"

When she is frustrated you will hear her say, "FART!"

When she's happy...she will repeat over and over, "oh yeah, fart!" "oh, yeah, fart!"

She has discovered a way to irritate the ever-loving hell out of me and she is using it.

As we are driving home from the dentist today, I am listening to my beautiful, amazing, wonderful daughter sing....her voice so sweet. And then she starts, "oh yeah...fart....fart....fart". The wonder and beauty fly out the window and I resist the urge of climbing in the backseat. Mean time, Ava is laughing so hard, she's crying.

I am ready for this stage to pass.