ivy. oh, ivy.
when asked to describe ivy the first word that usually comes to mind is crazy. crazy sweet, crazy funny, crazy independent, crazy naughty, and lately crazy bossy and sassy.
whining is public enemy number one in my book but sass comes in a close second. ivy has gotten super sassy and i am determined to rid her of it. the other night i was reminded by my dad of the good old wash your mouth out with soap routine so i threatened her with it. the threat of the soap made her simmer down a bit... but tonight she told me she was the boss with her little smirk. so she got the soap.
and, it was funny. it was not the "this is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you" it was, i am taking great pleasure in sticking a bar of dove soap in that little mouth of yours. and soap got stuck in her teeth. and she was crying. and inside i was laughing. and luke was laughing on the outside. and velzy was saying she will never be sassy.
then we washed out the soap.
and then she threw up in the toilet.
and, being the good, kind, nurturing mother that i am i was still laughing a bit on the inside.
a few minutes later after a little talk about sass and snuggle, she was telling us about her throw up. she had eaten some spinach ravioli earlier and there was some leafage in her throw up. she told us that she had eaten a little ravioli ball and that Jesus made it grow and it came out of her belly a leaf.
and then we were all laughing on the outside.
ivy. oh, ivy.