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Ikea beat the rainy day

My kids love the dirt. They love being outside while I try to plant and do everything in the dirt. Alice rolls in, runs in, and eats the dirt. The grossest thing I have found lately is her with her mouth full of mud and a pebble in her hand and big smiles on her face. To beat that I have found her now three times with dirt in the mouth. Yuck!

Today it rained. This has got to be the fifteenth day this month that it rained and my kids could not stand it. So eventually I told the kids to get their shoes (which makes Alice run to the door) and that we were going to IKEA.

IKEA is a great way to spend the day. Daniel and Alice played in the kids rooms that were set up and ran through that little hole in the wall they have between two of the rooms. They loved it. One of the rooms had a slide in it which Alice discovered that she loved. Down the slide she went, over and over and over again.

Then we came home and the crying and tantrums started up right away again. But for those two and a half hours that we wandered around IKEA, it was great.

We are planting the rest of our garden (weather permitting) this week and Daniel is ga-ga. I love that kids enthusiasm.

Last funny story of the day: Daniel got in major trouble so I yelled loudly that he was on time out. He sat against the wall and I started the timer. I turned around and there was Alice sitting right next to him tapping her feet on the ground. Sadly, even though whatever Daniel did made me furious I busted out laughing. I couldn't help it, I am so glad my kids like each other.

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Megan said…
I think just about anything beats a rainy day. I love the rain, but not so much when there are children around. lol. I need to call you back still. Whenever I remember it is also midnight. Haha. We should do something for sure!

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