I hate ants. Seriously, I despise them. I have no idea why they were created. I can imagine Adam, when presented with the animals, saw the ants and then immediately looked over and said,"Hey you, you shall be named anteater, and you shall eat these up."
Can you tell we have ants in our house right now? I feel like they are crawling all over me. It is like when someone mentions lice and immediately your head starts to itch. I am ready to pack up my things and move. They aren't even going after anything in particular, just wandering around the house. Apparently they heard about us and wanted to check us out. It makes me feel like I have a dirty house, and while I admit it is not immaculately clean it is also not dirty enough to bring in ants. Or so I thought. I remember when I was in 5th grade we had to put together a bug collection and I couldn't find any ants at our house. I even put a pile of sugar in the backyard to try and attract them but had no luck. Maybe these ants heard the story and are trying to make up for their past absence in my life.
And while we are on the subject of gross things, I forgot to post Camden's lovely incident last week. Since we started potty training we have him sit instead of stand so that he doesn't have to transition when he has a bowel movement. Lately we have been not using the potty seat so that he could get used to using any regular potty, and lately he has taken up a habit of watching himself go. Good times. Anyway, last week while he was watching himself I saw him put his finger in the stream of pee. I said, "Camden, we don't touch our pee, it's dirty" and then he proceeded to lick the pee off of his finger. EEWWW, gross, gag, yuck. The joys of raising a little boy, Kendall never would have done that. Sorry to gross you out, but that is just the chance you take in reading our blog.
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HA HA!!
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