Saturday we headed to the VFW for their local yard sale and cookout. M headed straight for the princess dresses once we got there. And somehow managed to find a clown wig in the process.          

We had to try it on Daddy also to see what he looks like with hair.

Lots of hot dogs, beer and diet coke were consumed.

There was a moment when I thought we were headed to the Emergency Room for M. She was playing around behind us at the bar stools and somehow twisted/pulled her arm/elbow. I knew she was really hurt because she didn’t pop right back up and say, “I’m okay” like she normally does.  She wouldn’t bend her arm, and anytime it got bumped she cried even harder.

As we were putting her into her car seat, D managed to get her to bend it all the way and heard/felt her elbow pop back into place. She was fine a few minutes later, and no other problems with it all weekend. (She had nanny’s elbow when she was about a year old, we did take her to the ER for that one)

We got home from the VFW around 5, and packed up the car for the camper. We just hung out around the campfire Saturday night and went to bed fairly early.

Sunday morning, M and I went to the store for bacon and bait. What a combination. Made it back to the camp ground and made bacon, eggs and pancakes over the fire. Then she wanted to go fishing.

D and her fished for a couple of hours, with D catching quite a few fish. He even threw one back in still hooked so she could reel it in. Then she decided that she wanted to eat it. So they came back and got a trash can from me and filled it with water so they could put the fish in it while they tried to catch more.

They finally came back with about half a dozen fish in the trash can. M watched D clean and filet the fish. That was an interesting conversation.

                Daddy, what are you doing to the fish?

                Look! It’s flopping!

                What’s that? Blood! I don’t want blood!

                Why is it bleeding? (ummm, because Daddy stabbed it with a knife)

                Ewwwwww. (ok, that was me, not her)

                What’s that? (the heart/lungs/innards)

 Do I have those? Are we going to eat that?

                DON’T KILL MY BABY FISH!!!! (She wanted to take it home)

There only ended up being a few filets so I bagged them up and tossed them in the freezer, once we get enough, we (D) will fry them up. So we ended up having brats and hot dogs for lunch, cleaned up, packed up and headed home.

We stopped for ice-cream on the way home. She said she wanted a blue slushy before we got there, she ended up with a bubble-gum slushy (gross). D got a peach shake, and I got a scoop of birthday cake on a waffle cone.

Except she decided that once I handed D my cone to put my seat belt back on that it was for ALL of us to share.

                Daddy! It’s my turn! I want birthday cake! (so he handed it back to her)

                Me: Is it my turn yet?

                M: No, one more lick. (then she handed it back)

                M: It’s my turn!

                M: Momma! You forgot the spoon! (no I didn’t, I don’t need one)

                M: Momma! You made it a baby cone!

                Me: I get the last turn.

                M: Ok, I get the ice cream, you can have the cone.

                Me: Gee thanks.

Then when we were getting ready for bed, I noticed a brown spot on the back of her leg. It was a tick! Gross! I made D get out of bed and take it off of her while I held her. Luckily it hadn’t broken the skin.

And then we all went to bed and slept like rocks. Except for the part where she woke me up when she kicked me.

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