Playing in the Rain and Crab Apples
Sunday, July 20, 2008 by Amy
Just a short one today. Maybe. We're going tot he Renaissance Festival today so I wanted to get all the old blogging out of my system before I have more blogging to do.
The girls had a blast playing in the rain the other day. Avery, of course, had to be "protected" and wore rain boots. Riley, of course, has no squeemishness and goes barefoot. Avery did fall down in one puddle and we had to change her. She particularly enjoyed putting her feet under the water spout to make footprints on the dry pavement of the garage.
Yesterday Riley came home crying saying that some kids hit her. I took a look at her back and sure enough, she had two welts on her back. I asked her who did it and I walked around the neighborhood to find "the kids" who did it. She finally points to boys out to me, about 9 or 10 years old. I ask them who hit my child and left welts. Man, they were scared. They probably peed their pants a little bit. Of course, they blamed it on a mysterious "other kid" who I'm fairly positive doesn't exist. They said that they were tossing crab apples in the basket of Riley's bike and that Riley was liking it. I asked how a crab apple is thrown hard enough to leave marks on a child back. I told them that I believed them for now but it better not happen again. I told them that they have to be careful of the younger kids. I know that these boys are not "bad" kids, I've seen them around the neighborhood and they've always been well-behaved. I think it was a case of summer-boredom and a game that went too far.
Speaking of bodily injuries, Riley has the legs of a girls that is outside all day long. Little bruises everywhere. The mark of a good summer, no?
Riley is also slimming out a bit. Well, slimming out as much as a muscular little girl can. When she walks you can see her calf muscles. She's definitely built for strength.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention the huge fight I had with Walmart over Riley's bike! So, the left pedal was always falling off of her bike. Always. She could go perhaps a half-block before it feel off. We even tool-tighten it and it still falls off. So I went to Walmart #1 to find a replacement pedal or some sort of gunk we can put in to hold the bolt on. They told me to bring the bike in and get a new one since it's defective. Well, Walmart #1 is not the closest to our house at all, so I go on their advice and take the bike to Walmart #2. Bad idea. What a bunch of jerks. I tell them the problem and they call the assistant manager over. I tell him that my daughter has fallen off of it too much and that if they can fix it it'll be fine. But he had the attitude that they'll "try" to fix it. I didn't want them to "try" I wanted them to fix it. So I said that if he could guarantee me that the bike would be fixed (I could imagine them simply tightening it really good, like we've already done at home) that I would be fine with that. I wanted it documented that I brought a defective bike in and if my child falls of of it again, there will be hell to pay. Oh man, the guy was such a jerk. Such. A. Jerk. The assembly guys looked at the bike and yes, defective in manufacure. But the have to order parts and that'll take at least a week. Hello?! A kid without her bike for more than a week in the summer when it's not our fault. Not gonna fly. So I went back over to Walmart #1 and waited in a 1/4 line at customer service and I'm getting ready to fight. I put the bike up on the counter and they simply ask me to go get a new one. No problem at all. Sweet. Brand new bike.
Oh, and Riley now gets up in the morning, gets dressed, opens the garage door, and gets out her bike. Usually before I'm even out of bed. Sneaky. Anyway, she left the door to the garage open as well as the garage door itself. Well, I'm all in a huff about it since teaching the kids to close doors now that we have a cat has been an uphill battle. I close the door. Then I hear the most pitiful meowing I've ever heard. It's Little Sweetheart. She was stuck (not really stuck since the garage door to the outside was open) and I opened the door and Little Sweetheart is so scared and runs behind the love seat we have stored in there. Poor kitty. She only wanted to cuddle for a while.
Okay, so I seriously need to go finish getting ready for the Renaissance Festival. It's an early birthday present. Rudi's never been so I don't even think he knows how fun it's going to be!
The girls had a blast playing in the rain the other day. Avery, of course, had to be "protected" and wore rain boots. Riley, of course, has no squeemishness and goes barefoot. Avery did fall down in one puddle and we had to change her. She particularly enjoyed putting her feet under the water spout to make footprints on the dry pavement of the garage.
Yesterday Riley came home crying saying that some kids hit her. I took a look at her back and sure enough, she had two welts on her back. I asked her who did it and I walked around the neighborhood to find "the kids" who did it. She finally points to boys out to me, about 9 or 10 years old. I ask them who hit my child and left welts. Man, they were scared. They probably peed their pants a little bit. Of course, they blamed it on a mysterious "other kid" who I'm fairly positive doesn't exist. They said that they were tossing crab apples in the basket of Riley's bike and that Riley was liking it. I asked how a crab apple is thrown hard enough to leave marks on a child back. I told them that I believed them for now but it better not happen again. I told them that they have to be careful of the younger kids. I know that these boys are not "bad" kids, I've seen them around the neighborhood and they've always been well-behaved. I think it was a case of summer-boredom and a game that went too far.
Speaking of bodily injuries, Riley has the legs of a girls that is outside all day long. Little bruises everywhere. The mark of a good summer, no?
Riley is also slimming out a bit. Well, slimming out as much as a muscular little girl can. When she walks you can see her calf muscles. She's definitely built for strength.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention the huge fight I had with Walmart over Riley's bike! So, the left pedal was always falling off of her bike. Always. She could go perhaps a half-block before it feel off. We even tool-tighten it and it still falls off. So I went to Walmart #1 to find a replacement pedal or some sort of gunk we can put in to hold the bolt on. They told me to bring the bike in and get a new one since it's defective. Well, Walmart #1 is not the closest to our house at all, so I go on their advice and take the bike to Walmart #2. Bad idea. What a bunch of jerks. I tell them the problem and they call the assistant manager over. I tell him that my daughter has fallen off of it too much and that if they can fix it it'll be fine. But he had the attitude that they'll "try" to fix it. I didn't want them to "try" I wanted them to fix it. So I said that if he could guarantee me that the bike would be fixed (I could imagine them simply tightening it really good, like we've already done at home) that I would be fine with that. I wanted it documented that I brought a defective bike in and if my child falls of of it again, there will be hell to pay. Oh man, the guy was such a jerk. Such. A. Jerk. The assembly guys looked at the bike and yes, defective in manufacure. But the have to order parts and that'll take at least a week. Hello?! A kid without her bike for more than a week in the summer when it's not our fault. Not gonna fly. So I went back over to Walmart #1 and waited in a 1/4 line at customer service and I'm getting ready to fight. I put the bike up on the counter and they simply ask me to go get a new one. No problem at all. Sweet. Brand new bike.
Oh, and Riley now gets up in the morning, gets dressed, opens the garage door, and gets out her bike. Usually before I'm even out of bed. Sneaky. Anyway, she left the door to the garage open as well as the garage door itself. Well, I'm all in a huff about it since teaching the kids to close doors now that we have a cat has been an uphill battle. I close the door. Then I hear the most pitiful meowing I've ever heard. It's Little Sweetheart. She was stuck (not really stuck since the garage door to the outside was open) and I opened the door and Little Sweetheart is so scared and runs behind the love seat we have stored in there. Poor kitty. She only wanted to cuddle for a while.
Okay, so I seriously need to go finish getting ready for the Renaissance Festival. It's an early birthday present. Rudi's never been so I don't even think he knows how fun it's going to be!
