MAD SUMMER DAYS WITH MY FAMILY

“If your children came back from the yard with mud on their knees, rocks in their shoes, and sand in their hair, it means that they have a joyful life.”

Recently, I was going through my notes to choose an interesting topic for my blog. Since summer is over, I decided to write a family brief of summer days. Such stories from the summer that I wrote down and could laugh over and over again, anytime, anywhere.

However, it will not be anything related to lovely family holidays, beautiful days with children, etc., these will be dark holiday stories and not very happy from the beginning, but with a happy ending.

Let me remind everyone that I have two children and a husband, so three children in total. I will mention them in today’s post.

HAPPY SUMMER DAY WITH MY SON

Oh Patrick, dear Patrick.

We attended a small party in June to celebrate my birthday by the lake. It wasn’t too hot but not too cold. As far as being outside with the kids, the weather was just right. The grass was not completely dry, especially by the lake, but somehow none of us imagined the vision of children going to the water, because they knew that they could not be near the water without their parents.

Everything started wonderfully, even the guests arrived without much delay.

We planned a BBQ. My husband likes to grill and does great food on the grill, so I made only dips and salads. My friends brought sweets and snacks and my husband’s friends brought a lot of booze.

And in this story literally, for a moment all the parents took care of unpacking, telling jokes, and dividing the roles of who drives the car and who can have a glass of prosecco, literally for that proverbial second, the children were left alone. And don’t be afraid, they did not go to the lake.

Worse.

What could be worse than wet kids, how about kids playing with charcoal for a BBQ on the wet grass?

I have to vanish from my memory Patrick’s elegant outfit – finished in the rubbish bin. The little ones like my Patrick suffered the most. The main participants of the fun had places free of coal dirt only on their eyes and teeth, which gleamed from afar against the dark, dirty faces.

Some parents were crying, and the children cry too. They didn’t want to change clothes and wash in the cold water of the lake because wet wipes didn’t help. After about an hour of struggling, we managed to bring all the little ones to the right look, but not to their well-being. Children were annoyed at the end of the fantastic fun, and the parents were exhausted from cleaning and changing them.

The worst news came from the fathers, who were trying to collect all the charcoal and light the barbecue. There was no chance with the leftover charcoal that they managed to collect, in addition to wet charcoal, to grill all the meat.

Quick decision – we order pizza, especially since the kids have already started stealing sweets. Well-fitted children returned to a good mood, fun, and joy, and so did we. We forgot about the adventure with charcoal. I don’t think any of us have forgotten the face of the pizza delivery man. He was surrounded by children with half-white faces and half-black and my Patrick with phenomenally glued and dirty hair looked like hadn’t had a bath in weeks, such a cute little devil got pizza from the delivery man, first.

HAPPY SUMMER DAY WITH MY DAUGHTER

Oh, Dorothy, dear Dorothy.

In August we had another nice holiday adventure. Our children stayed with their grandparents. It was supposed to be an attractive evening with my husband.

Let me start by saying that such stories often happened in my childhood. Attempts to put things in the nose, ears and mouth accompanied all three of my brothers. One shoved batteries in his ear, one shoved a bean up his nose, and the third swallowed a Lego brick. All of these cases went to the hospital, but all without major damage.

And this talent from my family passed to my Dorothy. From an early age, she put everything in her mouth, Pattick’s markers had to be hidden, chalk had to be hidden, small Lego blocks, etc. Nevertheless, the traumatic situation could not be avoided. https://littlepuzzlesandme.com/cleaning-theory/

That’s why when grandparents, called that Dora had put a grain of popcorn up her nose, I didn’t panic.

Unlike my husband, who immediately wanted to call an ambulance.

Sniffing pepper and other spices to induce a sneeze did not help Dora. Devices such as nasal cleaners, nasal vacuum cleaners, and nasal sprays have also failed.

Patrick and Dora had fun with every failed attempt to get popcorn seeds, and we-parents, after a few failed attempts, started to panic. Of course, there was no question of continuing sleepovers in grandparent’s house. Patrick came home offended, he did not want to sleep, and Dorothy wasn’t sleepy either. My small girl boasted to him for a long time about what she has on her nose, and Patrick tried to look into her nose, disappointed that he couldn’t see anything.

GOOD LUCK AND BAD LUCK

At that time, when my husband try to find more info on the internet about how to remove popcorn grain from children’s noses I heard children laughing from the room, Dora sneezing a few times, and my children laughing again. And when the laughter died down, Patrick run to me with popcorn seeds in his hand, saying: “Dorothy sneezed and the popcorn popped up and she fell asleep“.

I started jumping for joy, kissing Patrick and hugging him, and I guess in all my excitement I called my husband’s name too loud and he panicked again and dropped his precious iPhone in the toilet.

Patrick’s summary was the best:

“How many times has Mommy told you not to take your phone to the toilet?”

It was the madness of summer days with my family and will stay in my memory forever.