Sunny Sunday

Another Sunday come and gone.

Early this morning Ryan went and collected the holiday trailer from the yard at work. It turned out to be quite a chore because of the amount of mud involved. Apparently it didn't freeze very hard overnight. Once the trailer was free of its quagmire (and both the pickup and trailer had a bath), Ryan came and picked us up for the day's adventures. I'm glad we missed the muddy part.

First stop, we headed over to pick up a new vent cover. Cailin sat in a sunbeam covered in her current favorite toys and watched a bobcat in the trailer dealership's yard. She was only content for so long however. When Ryan came back out to the pickup, he found a wee driver sitting behind the wheel making adjustments to whatever buttons she could reach. She was quickly buckled back into her own seat.

I'm very happy with the loads of room in the backseat of this new pickup; however, Cailin is no longer within arms' reach anymore. I have to get creative while handing her things or trying to pick up something that she's dropped.

We spent a quiet afternoon out at Nana and Papa's. While the wind was very cold, we did manage to spend quite a bit of time outside. I walked with Nana and the doggies while Cailin rode in the Rhino with Ryan and then switched to ride in the Ranger with Papa. She insists on having music while riding apparently. Also, she likes to steer and pushes Papa's hands off the steering wheel so she can do it.

Boo and Bella had a great time walking and were complete nerds. Boo is feeling much better and was playing and jumping. He tricked Mom into thinking he wanted up and then playfully attacked her. It was hilarious.

Poor Cailin and her injuries. She is so hard on herself. Yesterday she knocked her chin on the table and bruised her healing cut. Today she was running on the sidewalk and did a face plant, giving herself a bump, bruise and a bit of road rash on her forehead. To say she was angry about her newest knock on the noggin would be an understatement. I'm not sure how the snow in her immediate area didn't instantly melt in the heat of her fury. The tears were loud and long - that is, until I put her in the kitchen sink and let her play with the faucet (which she can operate of course). She helped us wash our hands, then washed her hands... and her feet... and her jeans.... Let's just say we pack two extra outfits plus jammies when we go places now.

Cailin also received an Easter package from Auntie Hedder and Uncle Duster and tore into it with gusto. She instantly figured out that the Easter eggs were filled with candy (which was devoured in a short period of time) and loved the bendy bunny straw and puppy. Thanks guys, that was awesome and she loved it! We're really taken with the little blue sleeper for Jellybean too, and the Hello Kitty shirt.

We had a delicious steak dinner and watched the last of the hockey game. It was a really full day of playing outside, Rhino/Ranger riding and forehead injury-ing. We were barely out of the driveway on our way home before Cailin was asleep.

Of course she woke up when we stopped to gas up the pickup. At the gas station, just over the horizon, a beautiful moon was rising. It was huge and orange. I just so happened to have my camera so we went for a little drive to get a good view of the moon and some pics. Unfortunately, I didn't have the tripod with me and that was completely necessary for a good moonscape picture. I got some pics, but they just don't do the moon justice.

Cailin's kitchen came home tonight. It's been at Nana and Papa's since Christmas. That's not too shabby - only been four months. At any rate, since Cailin had napped on the way home, she was wide awake and ready to play when the kitchen made its debut. We got out the food (which did make it home) and cooked up a storm. Bailey seemed disappointed that the food wasn't all that palatable. No fear, she will eat plastic when the opportunity presents itself.

Cailin didn't want to go to bed very badly. She was mixing up coffee ("cuppy") and having a great time. When she got her first sniff of bedspeak, she ran to the top of the stairs and called for her daddy - just like I do. "Ry! Ry! Ry!" she called him by name. I couldn't stop laughing. I asked him if I sound like that when I call him. I would call, "Ry!" then Cailin would copy me. Wonder if we wore his name out?
So I let her come downstairs and help us tidy up. Usually? She plays downstairs for about five whole minutes before heading back upstairs. Since someone had mentioned bedtime, she avoided the stairs like the plague, choosing instead to tear around with a baby doll and turn on the clock radio to dance in our bedroom. At one point she helped herself to the paper towel roll and 'cleaned' whatever she could reach - including Bailey's face and rear end. Bailey was not amused in the slightest. She also helped herself to my lipgloss, taking a few bites of it before giving it back to me. Thanks, kid. Then she climbed up on the TV stand and turned the TV on and off repeatedly... set off the panic button on the command start... arranged/hid all the remote controls... chased Bailey around... jumped on the couch....

Eventually Ryan scooped her up and declared bedtime. She went willingly enough - until she caught sight of her kitchen taking up residence in the dining room. "Peese?"

With the amount of sugar she ingested today, I doubt she'll sleep the night through. But what a great day it was.