Alex won’t eat bratwurst. I didn’t even try. I made beenies and weenies (the hot dogs are in casings and are filled with mystery meat, clearly they are the same as bratwursts). She didn’t eat that either, but today she may have an excuse. She came home from school and said her tummy hurt…so I am calling bratwurst day done and celebrating my own holiday…one that is more suiting to my present needs (my blog, my rules…right?)
Today is now officially dubbed “Read a Book Inside a Fort” day. I LOVE making forts…and our table is perfect for it since I broke one of our four chairs last night and now there is one side that is obviously lacking (I can’t begin to tell you what a blow to my ego THAT was). I kept trying to put comfy blankets under the fort (and pillows, and babies) and Alex kept throwing everything out. Well. Fine. I will make my own fort when she goes to bed then (not really, but it is nice to think about). Luckily we were able to read under the fort for a little while before Alex abandoned me in there by myself reading “Eyes, Nose, Fingers and Toes” (super cute, by the way).
I am looking forward to October, when I can look on Pintrest and find awesome Halloween crafts to do with Alex, and then Christmas, where we can make presents for everyone as a way to celebrate. Bratwurst Day? There is not much fun in that. I would like to suggest to Congress that when they approve holidays, they consider the amount of fun that can be wrought by a toddler in the celebration of this holiday. If the fun to preparation ratio is low, perhaps they had better approve a more exciting holiday, like Chasing Butterflies in the Yard Day, or Go Get a Pedicure Day. Heck, how do I run for Congress? I could totally do this job!