Well, Daddy has officially left today. :( We are now starting the tedious wait until he gets home. It is reassuring that this is the last one. Once he gets back, it's time to start looking into the job market and buying a house. Oh, the ideas of being "normal" is exciting enough to make it through this deployment.
So, wondering why this blog is named "flies"? Little Miss Caitlyn is a pretty girlie tomboy. Her knees have so many cuts and bruises, you would think a little creature was beating her with a tiny stick while she slept. Anyway, Daddy and I took Caitlyn to a little hot dog place right by our home for lunch. We decided to eat outside since it was a gorgeous day. As the meal went on, out of nowhere Caitlyn starts screaming. No reason, so it seems. Being smart parents as we are, we check to see if she hurt herself (yes, it can happen even with us 6 inches apart) but low and behold the reason behind this screaming presents itself. It is a small little fly. Not a bee, or cockroach thing that are everywhere around here. Nope, a fly. So we are on high alert to swat this thing away. We finished eating and Daddy went into pay, and as it would happen, the fly shows up again. Caitlyn screams, and the fly moves and lands on her hand, without her knowing. So she is frantically looking around to find it, and then (it seemed to happen in slow-motion) she sees that the monster has landed on her. I'm not sure I have ever heard a scream so blood curdling as this. Hopefully, this phase is shortlived. If not, it looks like we won't be going outside for quite awhile. It could be a very long summer. :)
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Flies
Posted by Angie at 7:16 PM
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LOL, ohhhhh poor Caitlyn! Though I am over here laughing away at your description of it! Can't wait to see you guys tomorrow! Wait til you see the cupcakes :) :)
Oh my goodness!!! Karleigh does the SAME THING! She absolutely hates bugs!! One day we were in the back yard and I heard that scream you were describing, it made my heart jump in my throat. Only to discover nothing was wrong other than a fly landing on the back of her leg. I told her "just put your hand near it and move it around and it will go away", she refused. So I went over there to swat it away. Then it landed there AGAIN (same place too). She screamed again (same scream) so I told her to sit still and that mommy was going to hurt her for a minute. I took a sand shovel and hit the back of her leg to kill it. She was mad for a minute but then realized the fly was no more. lol The joys of having children. :)
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