All my life my 4 older sisters have referred to me as "The Weird One". While they played Barbies, I ran around outside in a purple unitard with my dog Scruffy, pretending to be
The Phantom (click to see what I'm talking about). We played it so much that Scruffy began answering to "Devil".
While they watched soaps, I begged for cartoons (still do!).
While they played volleyball and basketball, I played softball and lacrosse.
While they had fluffy pet hamsters, I had rats that I taught tricks to and took out for rides on my bike.
While they went out with friends, I read in the bath.
While they shopped Gap and Express, I shopped Goodwill (you get more for your money that way!)
While they worked in hospitals, stores, or offices, I worked as a lifeguard and, more recently, at a horse farm.
While they give birth in hospitals, I am trying to convince my husband to let me give birth at home (with a
midwife, of course).
As if more proof was needed, the other day I let my daughter play in the sprinklers. In November. And sit in the mud. And she loved every minute of it.

Now, we didn't go outside just so she could play in the sprinklers. I did have normal intentions to begin with - we were going to the playground. It wasn't until the walk home that sprinklers came into play. They came on as we were passing by, and Libby took off to see what the noise was all about. She got sprayed in the face, turned around, laughed, then turned back around and stood perfectly still for about 3 minutes while she had a sprinkler shower. My only thought was "she needs a bath anyway". Passers-by got a big kick out of her outdoor shower. She sat in the mud after a while and messed around in it. I kept trying to get a picture of her mud-streaked face, but she would just collapse to the sidewalk and cry whenever I tried. So, I couldn't get a shot until she was already in the tub.

You can see a little of the mud streak around her right eye. Later that night things got real quiet. John snuck into our bedroom and found this:

Guess she takes after my sisters after all!
3 comments:
If John ever wants to talk to Andrew, he's more than welcome to.
Erin, you have a blog, don't you? Will you email it to me if you do?
I love it!!! Isn't it amazing how people raised in the same house with the same parents can be so different. :)
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