Emma has invented a new “extreme” sport to be performed while mommy is in the shower. The participant must be in footed sleepers to ensure maximum slipperyness. The goal is stand ontop of the toliet tank. That’s right, the tank, not the seat. She carefully climbs up onto the seat and looks to see if I’m watching. Then, she climbs up ontop of the tank and holds out her hands like she’s surfing. She is such a monkey and loves it when I scream in horror. She has successfully done this twice now and thank goodness has not yet fallen. You can only get out of the shower so quickly, you know. I tried putting stuff on the seat so that she couldn’t climb it but she just took it all off! I don’t know where she gets this insane climbing ability.
Mark is the murderer…of pussywillows that is. He has this idea that having part of his parent’s pussywillow tree growing in our backyard would be really special. He’s tried transplanting it 3 times now. I currently have a cup full of dead branches on the island. Actually, I always have a bunch of dead branches somewhere. The poor tree! Pussy willows are supposed to be the easiest thing to transplant. In fact, that’s what they make root starter out of! Mark is just having no luck at all. Maybe he should put pussywillow tree on his birthday list!
