(recovering?) Pepsi Addict

Yesterday marks three weeks since I have had any Pepsi.

Or any pop for that matter.

You read that right. Three weeks. Twenty one days.

This may not be a big deal to some (most?) of you, but to me, it’s huge. This is the longest stretch I’ve gone in a long time. Maybe even in forever? Well, I mean, since I started drinking Pepsi, which was before high school. I was typically a Pepsi a day girl. Sometimes (too often, really) more than one. It was the love of my life. It kind of feels like I’m breaking up with my soul mate, you know?

All around, I am feeling some major differences since cutting it out. I am feeling so much better. I’m not nearly as draggy, I have way more energy and my body feels good. Maybe some of this has to do with the nicer weather, but I’m sure not entirely. And, as an added bonus, the number of pounds that I’ve lost in three week isn’t awful, either. (I should also add that I have been making some other pretty big changes in my eating and exercise habits, too, so the weight isn’t entirely because of the lack of pop). 

I’ve been very careful and strict with myself so that I don’t just end up replacing the missing Pepsi with extra coffee. I allow myself a maximum of two coffees per day (okay, once or twice I had three..but only because it’s dollar iced coffee days at McD’s and people always insist on bringing them to me) and other than that I’ve been drinking water like a crazy person. It’s become a challenge to myself to see how well I can do with this and how long I can go.

I won’t say I’m quitting forever, because I am likely not, nor do I really want to. I mean, I love the stuff. It tastes dang good.  I’d like to have it again. And I like having treats sometimes. But that’s the key word. Sometimes. Right now, I am working hard to get myself to a place where I can view it as that – a treat and not a necessity. We have a cottage weekend coming up and my plan was to take a few to indulge in on vacation but I’m not so sure. I kind of feel like continuing in this little competition with myself. I guess we’ll see.

To be honest, though, it hasn’t been nearly as hard as I expected it to be. Definitely not as hard as other times I’ve tried to “quit” or “cut back”. Maybe because this time I was serious about making a change? The last time I had a Pepsi, I didn’t even know that it would be my last. I wasn’t really planning on stopping but after a very unsuccessful evening of trying on clothes that ended in tears and some major self evaluation, I decided some things have got to change around here. And by around here, I mostly mean around my waist line. It’s time to become a healthier version of myself.

The Long Awaited Muvvery Party

This year, with Evalyn being in preschool, we’ve been introduced to a whole new world of school friends, field trips and class parties. For weeks and weeks and weeks leading up to last Thursday, Evalyn has been excitedly anticipating “The Muvvery Party”. Also known by the over two crowd as “The Mother’s Day Tea Party”. Try as we may, we could not convince that sweet child that this party was called anything other than The Muvvery Party and so, The Muvvery Party it was.

She counted sleeps. She counted songs. She picked the “dresser” she would wear to the party. She waited. And waited. And waited.

On May 1st when I picked her up, before I could even get out of the car she was hollering from the playground, “Mom? DO YOU KNOW IT’S MAY NOW? AND MAY IS THE MUVVERY PARTY!”

She practiced the songs they would sing, told me that we would eat cookies and drink tea, and said that there would be a very special cupcake surprise…. all the while always wagging her finger and saying, in the most serious tone, “But we don’t tell the Mommies this. We don’t tell the Mommies”.

Thursday May 9th rolled around and as soon as she stepped out of bed and knew that the day had arrived! The Muvvery Party was here. We spent the the morning getting ready. We showered. We did our hair. We put on makeup. We got dressed up. Clearly, this was a big deal!

Around 9:30, Auntie C1 and Auntie C2 and the boys rolled in to hang out with Gwennie Girl so Evalyn and I could enjoy the morning to ourselves. We snapped some quick pics and we were off.

On the drive to school she was just beaming. She kept saying over and over and over again just how much fun it was going to be. “All my friends will be there. It’s going to be so much fun. The Muvvery party is here!”

Thankfully, the party didn't’ disappoint. She was ecstatic to decorate a crown for “Mommy” (ahem, she wouldn’t let me wear it for a second), sing the songs with her friends, decorate a cookie with icing and enough sprinkles to last a lifetime and drink apple juice from a real (!!!!!) tea cup.

The morning was so special. One I’ll remember forever, even if the memory quickly fades from her mind. These are the moments my heart has waited for. A perfect morning spent with my Big Girl – the one who made me Mommy – reflecting on the joy and privilege that is motherhood.

I am blessed beyond measure to call these children mine.  

eebs says

A few of Eva’s latest tidbits. Including her stellar bed head.

We don't typically let Eva have a drink in bed but she's quickly learned when she's sick we do. Recently, she has tried telling me that she has sore muscles, still has bug bite (more on this later) and that she has an eyeball…. so she needs a drink in bed.

The poor doll has terrible reactions to bug bites. She always has. I remember one time last summer not being able to get her sandals on because her feet and ankles were so welted up. Typically, they swell up and then are gone within a day or so. This time, however, she got one on her upper lip and the reaction was worse than we have ever seen and lasted far longer. We ended up taking her to emerg about it last week and of course, the drama and ensued from that experience has been hilarious. She’s told many people “I’m really sick. I’m okay now but I used to be very sick on Saturday. The bug bites that were on my face were very horrible. I had to go to the hospipple because I got a bug bite”. At church on Sunday if she was talking to someone who didn’t mention the marks on her face, she was quick to point out that she had a bug bite and tell them all about it.

The things she prays at night never, ever get old. Here are a few of the latest: “Help us to clean the porch so that we can play on it and off it. But help us don’t go off the porch and disobey mommy. Help us stay on the porch like Mommy tells me” and “Help me to be brave and do your heart and have healthy".

She talks a lot about what is going to happen. Everything is “First we will ____, then we will ____, then we will _____”. She is planner like her Mama. Similarly, she narrates social situations a lot lately. It’s kind of sweet to see her developing this kind of understanding. She talks about situations that might occur at school and how she’ll handle them, mostly. For example, one time while driving to school she told me "When I want to play a drum I can say 'please, can I have a turn on that drum?' I won't say 'GIVE! ME! THAT! DRUM! RIGHT! NOW!" She then went on to tell me what she would say to her teacher if her friend said “YOU! CAN’T! HAVE! THIS! DRUM”. Now, let’s just hope she can practice what she preaches.

A few Saturdays ago, I had plans to have a kidless Mom date with my girlfriend. As I was heading out the door, I told Eva I was going shopping. She got upset that she wasn’t coming with me but then finally calmed down enough to say, “Okay go. But just buy pretzels. Then come back and play with me”

On our drive to church we saw some cyclists and Eva said "I used to be a fireman but now I'm a bike man like those guys".

Clearly Eva believes in God's ability to perform miracles. She prayed "Thank you for our chickens to lay eggs. Please help Nika to lay eggs"

The conversations we have together never cease to amuse me. "Eva do you need a sweater over your dress?" "No. I'm good. Nice asking though mom".

I spent last month focusing on redecorating our sofa table, I picked things up here and there and one night after the kids were in bed, I finally arranged it all. Girlfriend doesn’t miss a thing. As soon as she woke up the next morning she could not get over it. She kept telling me how beautiful it was, how cute it was and how much she loved these new decorations. Even now, she will sometimes tell me how cute my new flowers are. Her level of observation kind of stuns me. She notices every little detail around the house. Including if I clean during her nap, if Evan shaves his head, if I get new earrings, if I move a toy and so on … it kind of amazes me.

My girl is like her Mama and loves bagels. She has quickly figured out that they come in quarters. So when we go to “Tim Portants” to “pay da lady and buy a bagel” she requests 4 cheesy bagels. Usually, she specifies that she wants a soft bagel. I.e. toasted lightly. Picky girl!

Speaking of buy and paying the lady, she loves to play shopping. I have to stand on one side of the baby gate while she stands on the other and I have to say “Excuse me lady, can I buy _______?” she will bring me my requested item and tell me how much I owe. Usually 5:30 or 2 o’clock.

Last weekend, Eva came and crawled in bed with me on Saturday morning at 6:20.... She had already taken off pjs and pull-up and was fully dressed and "all set to go" (her words). Well, then.

We had a birthday party for Eva’s Auntie Linda a few weeks ago and she had so much fun preparing, making and decorating a cake and so on. When the party had finally arrived (and she had her special party dress on) it was like Christmas all over again. When we sat down to eat she kept saying over and over again ,|”I’m just so glad you could come!”

There is a Mother’s Day tea party planned at Eva’s preschool. She calls it The Muvvery Party. She has been talking about it and counting down for weeks. She tells me the songs we’ll sing, the food we’ll eat and everything but always ends up by wagging her finger in the air and saying, “But we don’t tell the mommies about this! We don’t tell the mommies!”

A few days ago I smelled something and asked Eva if she tooted. "Yes I did. Thanks for asking. You're a very smart girl, Mommy".

Like I said before, she’s a planner and a list maker like her Mommy. Last week our friends were coming over. She knew they were coming after Gwennie’s nap and she told me, “We just have FOUR more jobs before our friends can get here. We have to go outside, hang the clothes on the line, come back inside and draw a picture”.

On Sunday at supper Eva told my aunt "You make good choices and eat all your supper so you can have de-yert. If you make bad choices and ...Don't eat your supper I will put you in your car and take you home and you won't have any ice cream And NEXT WEEK you can make good choices and have ice cream"

My mom is coming for a visit in a few days so Eva called her to plan a picnic. After deciding on all the food we’d take, Eva asked nana if she’d be bringing any good food or treats. Nana asked her if she’d like her to bring cheesies. Eva agreed that she should bring some cheesy crackers and goodies (what she calls chocolate smarties). That night she was in the tub and telling Evan all about these plans. She hollered to me, “MOM? CAN YOU CALL NANA? MAKE SURE SHE BRINGS ME CHEESY CRACKERS AND GOODIES!” And then yesterday on the phone she asked Nana, “Did you forget to put my treats in your suitcase?”

I wish I could remember and document all of the hilarity. Of course, I can’t. If I wanted to, I’d have to be walking around with a notepad at all hours of the day. What can I say? Life with her is never boring.

ten months of gwenner

Sweet Gwens,

Here we are at 10 months old. I’m not even going to say it. The last month has been a riot with you. This is one of my favourite ages. I love watching you explore, learn, develop your personality and be funny. I love seeing you do things that you find amusing and break out into uncontrollable giggles. I love watching you play on Big Sisters bed, flopping down on her pillow like you’re going to sleep and kicking your little feet. I love watching you dance with your Daddy. Wiggling your legs, clapping your hands, waving your arms in the air as he tosses you all around. I love seeing you stick your little tongue out the side of your mouth and look at me out of the corner of your eyes when you’re getting into mischief. I love watching you wave at all the vehicles that drive past on the road. I love watching you light up at the sight of your big sister, your daddy, your puppy, or your chickens. I love all of these itty, bitty, teensy weensy nuances that all together make you who you are.

Here’s how you’ve looked this month (ahem: cutest cute cute)

We’ve finally welcomed some warmer weather and have been spending as much time as possible outside. You love being outside at the park or just in our own yard. You have no problems with the grass and are happy to sit, crawl and play in it. You only eat it sometimes.

The two biggest pieces of news this month are that you took your first steps and you cut your third tooth. Let’s talk about the steps first. You have been cruises for ages and you are getting more and more steady all the time. I can usually set you down on your feet and you can stand unassisted for a good long time. In fact, more often than you losing your balance, you just get tired of standing in one spot and sit down to crawl away. On April 18th, when Auntie Caley and C were here, you took your very first unassisted steps. You took 3-4 steps a few different times that day but didn’t keep it up much after that. You’ve taken 1-2 here and there and once (only once) you took eight steps to me but you’re still pretty content to crawl. You also love to walk holding our hands and have gotten so steady that you can do pretty well with only holding one hand now. The only way I can get you to attempt steps by yourself is if you are holding two objects in your hand. I guess you feel like you’re holding onto something so think that you are steady. I can just imagine in no time at all you’ll be ripping around here like it’s your job.

As far as your teeth, come on with the teeth! It’s getting a bit ridiculous. I have felt like you were on the verge of cutting new teeth since the very first two came in – way back in February. I have been able to clearly see your top 4 teeth for a while and your gums have been so swollen and the whites of the teeth so close to breaking through that when you smile the right way, it looks like you have top teeth. Your right hand top tooth finally broke through on Monday (April 29) and I hope its pair is close behind. I am not a fan of this long drawn out teething process. I fear the long road ahead of us.

I’d like to think that these teeth are the culprit of our sleep issues lately. On one hand, you have been napping wonderfully and have gotten into a much more predictable, normal routine with your naps. You’re doing great and falling asleep quickly and on your own (as long as you have a paci in your mouth, one in each hand and your lovies close by) and have weaned away from nursing to go down for your afternoon nap – meaning that your nursing schedule is now more reminiscent of a 10 month old and less of a 1 month old. You now nurse about 5-6 times a day instead of 7-8. You typically wake up for the day around 6:30 (although we’ve just come out of a long stretch of 5:45-6am wake ups – no thank you) and have your first nap between 8:30-9, depending on wake up and whether or not it’s a preschool day. You nap anywhere from 1-2 hours. You then go down again between 1-1:30 and usually nap for another 1.5, sometimes 2 hours if I’m lucky. You are in bed by 7 pm most nights. And that’s where it goes down hill. I guess realistically, you still haven’t been doing that bad, as most nights it simply takes a few moments of rocking or soothing or a quick nurse to get you back down. But, gosh, baby, let’s just sleep through the night like we used to, okay?

   

You like to chatter, although now you’ve gone from being way louder and more verbal than your big sister was as an infant, to being quieter. You say “dada”, “mama” and something like “eaaaa-da” (which I am beginning more and more to think is your word for Eva). You also spend a lot of time saying “ah ah ah” very loudly, which is you saying Hi. Dada is the only word you typically will say on command. And you have definitely made the connection between that word and your Daddy. As soon as you see him it’s “Ah ah ah DA DA!” The Mama usually comes out when you are whining for milk and if I tell you to say Mama you smirk and say “Dada”. Never fails. You sign eat, more and milk. Sometimes you do all done but you prefer to just scream at us to get that point across. Now, we’re working on please and thank you.

At the beginning of the month, we had our second round of a stomach bug. You had it first and I unknowingly was blaming teething for the nasty diapers, food strike, long naps, poor nighttime sleep and extra nursing. Now I know that you had a bug since the rest of us got it the next week. Girl, you were put through the ringer this month!

Just before that happened, you went on a bit of  strike with eating fruit and would scream if it even touched your tray. The only way I could get fruit into you was through pouches or by mixing soft fruits with your meals. For example, you were okay with pears mixed in beef stew and blueberries in shepherds pie. Delightful, isn’t it? Then when you were sick you went on a total solids strike and hardly touched anything. Again, I thought it was because of your teeth bothering you but now I realize your tum was just upset. Good news is that now you are back to eating like a grown man and devour anything and everything that is placed in front of you. And a LOT of it. You eat far more than your big sister, I can hardly keep up. It still surprises me every day when we sit down for meals and I look over and your tray is totally empty before I’ve barely had time to dish up everyone else’s dinner!

The next month is going to be jam packed full of fun summer adventures with you and I can’t wait!

Love you my sweet girl,

Mama

rejuvenation

No one will argue with me when I say that there’s something so entirely, incredibly rejuvenating that comes along with the entrance of spring. This year, especially, we have been waiting, and waiting, and waiting for spring to arrive. And arrive it has.

My soul is revived. Energized. Excited.

I have bee more productive in the last two or three weeks than I probably was for the past four months. I am tackling tasks that kept getting pushed and pushed and pushed off. For another day, another week, another month. Evan has been landscaping and working in the yard like crazy – he is in his element. Evalyn is enjoying hours of outside time nearly every day. Gwen is excited to learn and explore in the grass.

With this season comes new life. New hopes and new dreams.

It makes me excited for the adventures my girls and I will have in the coming months as we enjoy the outdoors, the sunshine and all the beauty of God’s creation.

The windows are open and the breeze is bringing with it the fresh smell of spring air into my kitchen. My house is filled with the smells of food I’ve been cooking all morning while Big Sister is at school and Little Sister is sleeping. I can hear our chickens clucking away as they are wandering around the yard, getting used to this place they now call home. I can see the dog sprawled out in the sun smack dab in the middle of the front yard. Across the road, I see our favourite neighbors feeding their (or, our, as Evalyn would tell you) horses, goats, donkey, chickens and ducks. I’m itching to get outside and move as soon as the baby wakes up.

Today is a beautifully rejuvenating day here in my home.

Thank you, God.

the state of this place

I always hate when people write blog posts about blogging. And here I am. Doing just that. If you have been around, at all, lately, you’ll know that there isn’t much substance going on all up in here. The last few months, this blog has consisted solely of Gwen’s monthly updates and Eva’isms. Two very important pieces of my life, of course, but not the only pieces.

Blogging used to be one of the first things on my daily list. Now? It’s just not. When the kid(s) went to bed or had a nap, I used to think about sitting down at my laptop and blogging. Sometimes, I’d crank out multiple posts and have a full week scheduled by Monday afternoon. I almost always had a running list on my phone of upcoming posts.

Now? Blogging is an after thought. It isn’t even in my head anymore. And that makes me sad. I love(d) this little blog. Truly. I love the ability to document the little bits and pieces of our lives. I feel bad and sad and guilty that Gwen’s first year isn’t getting documented the way Eva’s did – aside from her monthly posts, which I am fully committed to continuing with. Yet at the same time, I obviously don’t feel bad or sad or guilty enough to do anything about it.

I could say I just don’t have time to blog. But I won’t. Because I know that we all make time for what is important to us. I don’t think that other bloggers who are in similar life stages as me have umpteen hundred extra hours in their day to sit and write. I don’t. I know that we are all busy, our schedules are all jam packed, our days are all exhausting and our nights are all (maybe not all, but some) often sleepless. So, I won’t use that whole busy, tired, stressed thing as an excuse. I’ll just say that somewhere along the line, blogging has lost it’s place on my priority list.

It’s not that there isn’t material. There is plenty of material. There are house renovations, decorating projects, chickens, holidays, a baby taking her first steps, park adventures and the like, happening every day. I have a list of posts I want to write. That I think about writing. I want to write funny posts about my husband, I want to write a post about the significance of Gwendolyn’s name, I want to write about the beautiful community of moms that I am surrounded with in my life, I want to write about baby and toddler products that I can’t live without. But then … nap time rolls around, bed time rolls around and I just don’t.

Maybe someday I’ll find that groove again. I really hope I do. I love the community I have found through blogging and I know I can’t be a part of that community if I don’t exert effort and do my part. Sometimes I think I should just fake it until I make it. And then sometimes I think I should just let it be what it is and considering saying goodbye to this chapter in my life.

Who knows. For now, though, the pressure is off.

this girl

Just another post about my Eeba.

All day, every day she is singing random songs. Usually to common tunes. Recently, one of the best was: “Jingle bells, jingle bells watch out for the fox. Every time it comes around, it bites me on the nose”. Another good one was, to the tune of ABCs, “I have de most boo tee full face in da whole world”. At least she’s humble.

A few weeks ago, the Aunties were over and at some point in the evening, she tried to sell them my living room coasters for $400. If I let her take charge I’d be rich! My house may be empty of all my possessions, but I’d have a lot of money.

Back to singing, we have a lot of the Cedarmont Worship kids CDs and she loves to listen to them in the car. Recently, her favourite is “All in All”. Although for a long time, she thought it was the “Olive All” song. Picture her belting out “You are my strength when I am weak, you are the treasure that I seek, you are my olive all!” This is quite the compliment though, as olives are pretty much the best thing on earth as far as she’s concerned.

Before we went to my parents, she decided that she really wanted to go to the wess-ah-want with nana. She called her and asked if she’d take her and told her that she planned on ordering “chips, bread, tacos and melon juice”. I thought I had figured out that melon juice was lemonade but when we actually did go out for lunch with my parents I realized she was referring to water with a slice of lemon.

She called my girls the milk feeders. That is all.

In her prayer tonight, she prayed “Dear God, Help all my friends to be better.Help their mommies and daddies to don’t have owies. And put Jesus to fill my heart”. Talk about puddle of mush!

She uses the word “live” in an inappropriate context often times. She uses it whenever she wants to say ‘stay’ or really, talk about the location of anything. Like, she will pick up a bug outside and ask me if I want him to live on my hand. Or she’ll tell me she wants her shoes to live on the carpet until she’s done her nap and then she can put them back on. The only problem was when she told her teacher that her Daddy lives in his truck and then lives at work. 

She’s a fairly polite girl. We’ve never had much trouble getting her to use her manners. Although she needs the odd reminder, her pleases, thank yous, your welcomes and excuse me’s come quite readily. However, there is one phrase of manners that she has really struggled to pick up. And that is using “pardon me” instead of a gawking “WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT” all the time. After careful observation (read: listening to myself speak for 2.7 minutes) I realized that the reason she has had more trouble with this particular phrase is because she doesn’t see it modeled as readily as the others. Dudes. I am horrible for just shouting “WHAT” instead of ‘Pardon me’. It drives Evan bonkers so I’ve been actively working on it to help her get a hold of it. And she’s getting there. As am I. Although clearly, not fast enough. Just yesterday, Evan was in the living room with the baby while I was doing dishes and Eva was at the dining room table. Evan said something and I replied with the ever so lovely “WHAT?”. Eva was very quick to remind me, “Mom. You shouldn’t have said what. You should always say pardon me. Can you say pardon me to daddy now?”

Her pretend play has exploded lately. It’s so fun to watch. She acts out different scenes and activities with all of her toys. The best is how she will often narrate the things she’s acting out with them as though she’s reading a book. The other day, she was playing with one of her playmobil sets and I overheard something like this … "Would you like to help me?" "Oh yes sweetie, in a minute", called his Muvver (mother). "Let's go swimming now sweetie" called his Muvver. "Oh no no no you have to share" called his Muvver. "Oh dear, my sweetie, that's not yours. That's Gods candy" called his Muvver. "Come hold my hand now little boy. It's time to go swimming" called his Muvver.

A few days ago in the car, Gwennie was crying her head off about something and Evalyn was trying to sing a song. Finally she said (in quite an exasperated tone), “MOM? Can you turn the CD off and then turn your baby off so I can sing my song?”

She has a little bit of trouble when describing things that relate to the passing of time. For example, “Next time can I go in my wagon next week in the summer when it’s warm and cozy tomorrow?” Or “Is Daddy here yet?” “No, not for another hour and a half”. “Is hour and a half here yet on Tuesday?”

Lately, she’s been talking about having a new baby, far too much. In the grocery store, she told three people that we have a new baby and it’s going to be a baby brother named Alec. Um, no.

When we go to town to visit friends/family, we drive past this place…

Twice last week when we drove past she said, “Yook mom! Yook at dat Pepsi. Dats the store to buy chips and pop and ice cream!”  Don’t know if I should be proud or embarrassed.

We were doing crafts in the playroom the other day and I got some glue on the table. She quickly got a cloth to wipe it up and as she was doing so, looked up at me and said “Don’t do bad choices, okay, Mom?”

She was having a time out and when that happens she knows she has to sit until the timer on the microwave goes off. She was sitting there and then made a fake beeping sound and told me the timer was done. Seriously. How do you discipline and not laugh at that?

The other day, Evan brought home a special treat of sour gummy worms. Of course, she was all over that and quickly demolished a few. I told her we had to put them away and she asked me, “tomorrow can I have tons more and five candies?” Sure, kid. Sure.

A few nights ago, after a particularly sleepless night, Eva sauntered into our room at 5:50 am. I was too tired to object and as long as she went back to sleep, it was a-okay with me. After 10ish minutes of tossing and turning, she sat up and said “Mom, you won’t move over. I’m going back to my bed”. Well, I am sorry to have been such an inconvenience.

And probably the best of all (and the one she will be most likely to kill me for sharing some day down the road)… she was watching Diego and he said “We’re going to the mountains of China!” Quickly she chimed in, “Diego’s in the mountains v*gina!”

Over the past week, we’ve battled our second round of some sort of nasty stomach bug. Through it, Eva had a few doozies. For example, she went up to Evan when he was sleeping at one point and told him “Alright, lazy bones. Time to get moving” and another time asked him, “are you okay now? Are you good enough to walk?”

Along with the tummy bug, Eva has been battling a bit of a cold which has made her voice funny. One of the best parts of it is that she’s struggled to pronounce some words. We had so much fun with it and kept bugging her because she would look out the window and say “Look at those wobins!” And we’d say, “What? I don’t see any wobins outside”. She would stop and look at us and say, “No, I said look at those WWW-W-W-WOBINS”. We went back and forth and back and forth for so long. It was hilarious. Soon enough she figured out the joke was on her and now it’s a running joke. The same thing happened when she couldn’t find her “Ruvver boots”.

Last night, she kept telling me she wanted to play “pork chop”. Call me crazy but I had no idea what she was trying to request. After quite a bit of investigation and questioning, I finally figured it out. And we spent our evening playing…..

HOP SCOTCH.

Otherwise known as pork chop.

Oh, this girl.