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Outside is So Not In

I spent a few hours outside this morning.

Now, don’t worry that I’m turning all outdoorsy. It wasn’t by choice.

See, our new house has these fancy-schmancy door knobs that you can open from the inside, even when they’re locked on the outside. You know where this is going?

The kids were driving me crazy with all of their summer vacation fun (i.e. fighting) so I suggested that, since we now have a fabulous backyard, maybe they should actually go play in it.

Since my children have not had a backyard in 2 years, it seems they’ve forgotten how to play outside. I thought it was instinctual, but no. They needed me to find clothes for them to wear, rummage through boxes for outdoor appropriate toys, and provide popsicles to make the event possible.

Once everyone was shooed outside, I followed to clean up any dog poo I could find (yay me!). Because you know if it’s out there, they will step in it. I did this in my PJ’s and only my PJ’s.

About the time I got distracted by pulling some weeds, Isaiah tried to go inside to throw away his popsicle stick.

“Um, Mommy. The door is locked.”

Remember. I was in PJ’s. Only. And my cell phone was in my living room. So were my keys.

We tried every door on the house. We checked the windows. The good news? My house is impossible to burglarize.

Finally I faced the inevitable. I was going to have to start knocking on doors. I mean, that’s an impressive way to meet our neighbors, right? “Hi, I’m new to the neighborhood. I’m in my PJ’s. Can I use your phone?”

Turns out, everyone in our neighborhood works during the day. I tried asking a lady waiting for the bus if I could borrow her phone. It was an iPod.

My desperation finally led me to the corner flower shop.

They were kind souls who let me use their phone to call my husband for a rescue. He didn’t even answer his phone, because he didn’t recognize the number. So I had to leave a message, believing in faith that he would come unlock the house on his lunch break.

Until Chris came, I spent the next 10 hours (slight exaggeration) pulling weeds, while the kids argued over whether Leah was a town person, cowgirl or farmer and whether Sheriff Isaiah already knew her or if they had just met.

At the end of the story I was hot and stinky, covered in dirt and probably bugs. I was still recovering from the adrenalin rush of panic and I was hungry. But I was inside again.

This just proves my overall life premise. Bad things happen when you go outside.

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Arkansas Visit

We just got back from visiting Chris’ family in Arkansas. Besides the obvious enjoyment of seeing family we don’t get to see that often, here are some highlights from my trip:

I ate at the same restaurant as Mike Huckabee’s wife! Yes, for true. We were sitting at lunch after church and Chris saw her walk in and told me, “That’s Mike Huckabee’s wife!” I said, “No it’s not.” After a little arguing, he had me convinced. I shouldn’t have been so faithless, since both the Huckabees are from Chris’ home town. What fully convinced me was that every time a new person joined their table, Chris’ mom said something like, “And that’s her sister-in-law. That’s her brother-in-law.” I guess I just didn’t believe former presidential candidates’ spouses ate at restaurants like normal people. We kept hoping that Mike Huckabee would walk in, but no such luck. Celebrity sightings in Hope, AR! Who knew?

The second most exciting thing that happened to me is that we found out that Leah takes after her Mommy. She HATES the out of doors! Chris’ parents have a miniature pony for the kids, so we took Leah outside to give it a try. She wanted no part of sitting on that horse! At first we thought she was just scared of the horse, but long after we took her off, she was whining and asking everyone to hold her. Chris put her down on the grass and that really freaked her out. My daughter was literally scared of being outside! I love it!

She also learned to say, “Praise Jesus!” on the trip. Gran had a little book where you pushed buttons and it played Sunday school songs. Isaiah would sing them to Leah and Leah would end the songs by saying, “Pws Jsus!”

Going back to the horse. His name was Porche and he was absolutely adorable. I hope my kids appreciate him better the next time they visit. Isaiah didn’t like him any better than Leah, but Isaiah’s concern was that he was too high up. Isaiah seems to have inherited my fear of heights, something I’m not so happy to bequeath to my child.

Plus, Isaiah just wanted to play in the dirt. Everyday! Papa had a big pile of dirt and Isaiah had a digger truck. What a perfect combo! Everyday he begged until he got to dig and he cried every time he had to come in.

Leah also learned to say Papa on the trip, although she never actually said it in front of Chris’ dad. We even got on the plane to go home and she started saying Papa… a little late!

More about the plane trip home, next time!

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