It’s Raining. With a capital “R”. We have gotten more than 6 inches in the last 24 hours and I only know this because of our very sophisticated rain gauge that sits outside disguised as a kiddy pool. We are hoping that the city of Boulder hangs in there. We live up the mountain in Nederland, up on a hill, so we are thinking if our house starts to flood, the rest of Colorado is pretty much screwed.
No school. Grandparents from Minnesota are here. The children are ecstatic. And…very very bored.
Here is Nora and Gray’s guide to spending a rainy day inside with Mom, Dad, Grammy, Papa and each other.
1. Find a box to play with. Fun! Fight over box. Find another box to play with. Fun! Fight over second box, first box totally sucks.
2. Play with playdoh for 5 minutes and then go wrestle each over second box.
3. Read story with Papa for 5 minutes and then go wrestle each other over second box.
4. Stare longingly at your outside toys. That you never play with.
5. Outfit changes. Nora is winning. Jammies. Then just a diaper. Then a diaper with new birthday shoes. Then first outfit of the day. Mess up first outfit of the day with cantaloupe. Wear devil cape as rain coat. Take nap and take off all clothes and diaper because that shit is restricting. Now, fur coat and high tops. Grayson has decided to wear sunglasses all day, cause you know, it’s so sunny.
6. Eat. Eat all day. Crepes, cantaloupe, sausages, strawberries, crackers, cheese, sandwiches, soup, chips. If anyone tries to sit down, request more food.
7. Go to the store to stock up on more food with Dad and Papa. Bring back chips and beer.
8. Watch family members drink plenty of wine at lunch. Totally kidding. Totally.
9. Take stuff away from each other, especially the most special important stuff. The ultimate goal is getting your sibling to scream and to then get in trouble for screaming.
10. Push little sister around in doll stroller as fast as you can until you all wipe out and everyone cries. And if you are the little sister, buckle yourself in the doll stroller 1238 times even though you can’t unbuckle it so you have to yell “Help!” at the top of your lungs every time you want out. Grin evilly at mom when she tells you not to do this anymore.
Good luck out there Boulder!