We’re back. Are you excited? I seriously kicked my technology habit while we were in Kentucky. My cell service there isn’t great. I don’t like using other people’s computers. I basically only drug the computer out once to sign up for something before a deadline. More on that later. Anyhoo… blogging happened from my phone. Apparently I have ADHD. Apparently I saw sparkles. Apparently I forgot to tell you how incredibly funny my child is.
My sister-in-law is one of the sweetest people I know. She is so good to my girls. If she is around when they are around, she is forced to hit the ground running. They think Julie hung the moon. She is their rock star and she puts on a great show for them.
Julie is very aware of her station in their eyes. She is careful around them. Sometimes I wonder if she thinks if we are as conservative as the local Mennonite family. She watched her language around them and it careful of her stories but there is one thing she can’t hide. Julie has a love for ink. She isn’t sleeved but she has several tattoos. Some the girls have seen; some they haven’t. In a bikini, you see all of them. Julie was worried about taking her cover up off because the girls would see her tattoos.
Here is my picture of Julie in her cover up.
She was standing still so I could take a picture of the butterfly friend that hung out for a bit.
Anyway, after a few minutes of fretting. I assured Julie that the girls wouldn’t kill over from her tattoos. It’s not like she has naked parts permanently drawn somewhere. I also told her it was my job, not hers to teach the girls what was appropriate and what wasn’t. I hoped she wouldn’t be offended if she heard me tell them to be careful. That unicorn will one day look like a deranged giraffe. (Julie doesn’t have a unicorn.) The carefully placed rose will one day have stretch marks making it look old and shriveled. (That one is personal experience.)
She finally relented. Took off the cover up and jumped in the kiddie pool with Bria. Arleigh and Hanan heard our entire conversation and were sweetly averting their eyes trying to do whatever they could to get Julie in the pool. Bria had been playing the whole time, not that her response would have changed.
Bria is happily splashing around and she looks up when Julie jumps in and says, “Whoa! What happened to you?”
I fell over on the floor laughing. Poor Julie. She has no idea what she married into.