Sarah's lucky day

We had a busy afternoon yesterday. I whipped up a batch of sugar cookie dough in the morning, we cut them out and baked them after lunch and then a neighbor friend came over to decorate the cookies with the girls. Sarah wore one of her uniforms ....underwear. She does not like to be restricted by clothing and often opts to shed the days outfit in favor of just the basics. Thankfully, since we were having company, she donned an apron as well. There was an abundance of sprinkle consumption while the cookies were being decorated and a total abandon for hygiene, as fingers got sticky and were licked clean, then proceeded to decorate more cookies. (Feel free to decline if we offer you a cookie)

That's not what made Sarah's day so lucky though. While I was getting dinner ready Sarah had come into the kitchen to ask me if I thought there were any snails out. I think we had looked for some the other day and not found any. She must have been missing her buddies. Since it had rained all morning, I figured that there probably were some out and about in our yard, so after dinner we headed out to have a look. We checked their favorite hangout first and thought we'd hit the jackpot - they were everywhere. Sarah was eagerly collecting them in her hands until there were just too many and a bucket was needed to hold them all. Throughout the evening Rachel exclaimed, "Sarah, it's your lucky day!" and "You've hit the jackpot!". (She's all about hitting the jackpot these days.) Her excitement for Sarah was really sweet.

My favorite part of the evening was the terrified scream that Sarah let out while we were in the midst of hunting and gathering snails. I ran to see what was the matter, imagining snails climbing up her arms and onto her head or perhaps her getting bitten by the dreaded Siamese Biting Snails, but in her shaken little voice she told me that she'd just seen an ant. The horror.

In the end, we were left with a bucket of snails. Sarah knew just where she wanted to put them too, on the porch. Actually, she wants to bring them in the house, but like I said before, I draw the line at the door. I really dreaded this many snails being left on our screened in porch and could just imagine a lot of crunching under foot as Jim left for work in the morning, so alas, they were banished to the front step, much to Sarah's sadness. It was funny to see the bucket later in the evening, with all the little guys high tailing it up and out. They were all dispersed by this morning. On to greener pastures.