Sweet Pea and Screamer

There were 7 -ish deer in my yard this morning.

How do you like them apples?

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You may or may not recall that Little Dude has a bunny.

And daily he recites:

"My bunny's name is Screamer-I'm two-I'm this many!"

And he shows me 5 fingers.  He's a confused lad.

Anyways.  Screamer is a little punk.  He has escaped about 4 times since we got him.

One time our neighbors found him and brought him back.

And I use the term "neighbors" quite loosely.

Fun Fact:  My neighbor carries a beer bottle in each of her heavy-duty, work coat pockets.

Does yours?

Let's move on.

When Screamer goes missing, we don't tell Little Dude.  This is something his frail little heart needs not to know.

Well, today the girls spotted Screamer happily hopping about.

Since Daisy Mae decided to take something out of her sister's hands, throw her to the the ground, and start pummeling her, I needed to take full action and put the little miss in a time-out instead of sending her out on the bunny rescue mission.

Not that a child of mine would ever hit.

Perhaps she just needed a nap.

Sometimes I need a nap.

And, without further ado, here is Sweet Pea's adventures in trying to capture Screamer.

Step 1:  Scatter lettuce on top of a table (?) in hopes of luring Screamer.

Step 2: Don your bestest blue headband with a flower and walk with a sense of determination and purpose.

Step 3:  Steal your dad's fishing net.  Attempt to capture Screamer.

Fail.

Step 4: Cry and wail and mourn when Screamer scampers away.  Be comforted in the thought that you are wearing an uber cute headband.

Step 5:  Give up and go inside to play with Play-Do.

I hate when my kids want to play Play-Do.  It always turns into a disaster of epic proportions.  But since the poor chicky-babe had just been taken down in Daisy Mae's fury and had to deal with Sneaky Screamer, I permitted it.

And, as a result of this weakness on my part, I have Play-Do ground into my floors and a broken camera.

You may ask, 'Taylor!  How did your camera break?"

Well.  I don't know.

But these were the last pictures taken on it.

GoshDarnIt, she's cool.

Let us have a moment to mourn the loss of the camera.

And hope someone, somewhere, can fix it.

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I wish everyone a Happy Mother's Day.

Sir Lumberjack said I get the entire day tomorrow to do anything I want.

!

But . . . I don't know what to pick.

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It shall rain here, I assure you.  And I don't want to do something alone.

Are you kidding, silly readers?!

I only get to see this hunk of burning love on evenings and weekends.

Yes.  It's true.  I like him.

So.  What shall a family with 4 well-behaved children do on a Saturday?

Please Advise.

Happy Weekend!