Yesterday was beautiful.
It was a perfect 73 degree sunshiny Spring day.
And seizing the moment, we decided to go on a picnic.
Fruit, sandwiches, chips, juice boxes.
The girls were walking barefoot in the grass.
The adults were basking in the sun and enjoying a conversation.
The birds were chirping, the bees were buzzing...
you get it.
And then, out of nowhere, I see it.
Only you mothers will understand this.
It was "the face."
You know what I mean.
That face your child makes that says, "Oh crap."
And in this case, that was exactly what it was.
Crap.
And more crap.
And then some more crap.
All down Aubrey's legs.
In (and out of) her underwear, smeared all over every surface of her lower body.
In the middle of our picnic.
And of course, there is no bathroom within walking distance, no wipes, no change of clothing, no extra underwear, no shower, no hose, no kidnappers, no nothing.
Just lots of crap.
And so, we had no choice but to start scraping.
With one water bottle, 6 tissues, and one very amused bunch of medical students.
And that was the end of our picnic.
On a less stinky note, we've had some visitors this week and we've been busy running around town trying to make them think that we are actually fun to stay with.
We've dragged them everywhere from DMU,
to a tour of Downtown,
to the Zoo,
to the best BBQ joint this side of the Mississippi,
to the Science Center,
to the park,
to a shopping spree that has left me broke (but definitely fashionable)
to Dairy Queen.
It's been sweet.
On one final note,
I know this post is jam-packed with pictures
but I thought you all might like to see one more from this week.
I peed on that.
Oh, and 2 pink lines means you're pregnant.
(Too bad I peed on it 3 years ago.)
Happy April 1st.
And seizing the moment, we decided to go on a picnic.
Fruit, sandwiches, chips, juice boxes.
The girls were walking barefoot in the grass.
The adults were basking in the sun and enjoying a conversation.
The birds were chirping, the bees were buzzing...
you get it.
And then, out of nowhere, I see it.
Only you mothers will understand this.
It was "the face."
You know what I mean.
That face your child makes that says, "Oh crap."
And in this case, that was exactly what it was.
Crap.
And more crap.
And then some more crap.
All down Aubrey's legs.
In (and out of) her underwear, smeared all over every surface of her lower body.
In the middle of our picnic.
And of course, there is no bathroom within walking distance, no wipes, no change of clothing, no extra underwear, no shower, no hose, no kidnappers, no nothing.
Just lots of crap.
And so, we had no choice but to start scraping.
With one water bottle, 6 tissues, and one very amused bunch of medical students.
And that was the end of our picnic.
On a less stinky note, we've had some visitors this week and we've been busy running around town trying to make them think that we are actually fun to stay with.
We've dragged them everywhere from DMU,
to a tour of Downtown,
to the Zoo,
to the best BBQ joint this side of the Mississippi,
to the Science Center,
to the park,to a shopping spree that has left me broke (but definitely fashionable)
to Dairy Queen.
It's been sweet.
On one final note,
I know this post is jam-packed with pictures
but I thought you all might like to see one more from this week.
I peed on that.
Oh, and 2 pink lines means you're pregnant.
(Too bad I peed on it 3 years ago.)
Happy April 1st.
9 comments:
you and your "make us all believe she is pregnant!" tactics.
Oh Ashley... once again I almost peed my pants with excitement for you. Almost...
no one is going o believe you when you actually do get pregnant haha
you got me.
"the girl who cried wolf" you definitely had me going with that one! Oh and the whole picnic experience I am so sorry. Mitch just gave me a lecture today about how I need to take wipes in my purse still because of possible scenarios like the one you described!
My Mom and I were just having a "when will Ash finally tell us she's really pregnant" convo on the phone the other day. Lo and behold-- ANOTHER fake out. You're the boy who cried wolf.
On another note, great pics as always! I always stare at your girls and think about how pretty they are and then I look at you and think about how pretty/stylish/cute hair you are.
The end.
man i fall for it every time, i guess i'm going to believe it when i see your belly growing!! LOL
You tell the best stories...I love it! Thanks for making me laugh. Too bad the last part was just a joke :)
I am such a sucker, I fall for that everytime! I think you are getting the wrap of the "girl who cried pregnant" instead of the "boy who cried wolf!" Oh well, I have a good laugh everytime you do it!
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