Micah was in charge of the Leprechaun trap this year. I was rather impressed. It was made of Lego’s, and had a golden medallion in the center to entice the tricky little leprechauns. I thought it was brilliant even if Tristen did say, “What does G O L O mean?” Poor Micah — how deflating! Or Should I be saying poor Tristen?
We knew the Leprechauns would be blinded by the gold and never notice they were trying to capture a bad luck skull and crossbones.
Scout and Navy went to sleep and dreamed of the little pests. Navy informed us that she heard them in the night.
She may have heard the mess that took place when we actually caught the leprechaun!
Or maybe she heard the leprechaun take off his shoe lace and rig a way to escape.
Or maybe she heard the raucous that took place when the little one got away, but was stuck enough to lose his belt.
Whatever she heard got them up extra early to tell us all about it.
The story was exciting — but the captured gold was even more exciting!
Especially for this guy who divided it quite unfairly to his benefit.
I guess the leprechauns aren’t the only tricky ones around this house!
On a very cold day, Micah bundled up Navy and scout in the double stroller for a run.
I met them an hour later at one of our favorites — Beach Cities Pizza.
And frankly, I couldn’t believe that my kids were wet from Baby Beach and pantless.
But they didn’t care.
They had hot bread sticks and yummy ranch dip keeping them warm.
Scout had his preschool performance in honor of St. Patty’s Day. They did the Irish Jig. Miss Dianne was a little worried about his leg during the first practices of it, but after sitting out twice, Scout hopped up and said he could do it. And did it — he definitely did!
But before we left, I had a magical idea and grabbed our Ireland hats. He was excited about it, but during this picture, he thought his orange hair was a little itchy. But we fixed that, and he went Irish the rest of the day.
When we got to the performance, I stuck Icka’s hat on with a bow.
And of course, Dash had his on too.
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The performance was hysterical! Scout was faster and ahead of everyone. (Remember — just like me!) He was awesome. He was kicking and hitting his chin with his kicks, and hopping all over. Miss Dianne said what I was thinking, “Wow, and this boy was in a body cast only a month ago!” You would have never known it! And every time my mom called out to Will, the boy who really looked like he should be in Riverdance, Scout would try a little harder. Sweet little competitor. I had my video, and am so glad I will always have it to remember. In fact, NayNay was laughing so hard at it, she took a video of the video to show B and Ka. And as we were all at the mall later that night, the three of them were watching it and almost crying they were laughing so hard!
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Afterwards, the kids got their leprechaun nets and went hunting.
They are really quick and pesky, but Riley found a pot of gold one of them had dropped.
Here are the kids waiting for their share of gold! Notice the two redheads!
Scout shared some with Icka.
And all three Irish children lived happily ever after.
Top of the mornin’ to ya.
One of my favorite things that comes out of preschool is the personal painting Scout (or Navy back in the day) does each day. The best part is to see what they have drawn, because Miss Dianne write what they say it is verbatim. They are sometimes really funny. Scout started the year painting leprechauns, and then it went in various directions, and has most recently included fireworks. But no matter the direction, it almost always was is something “with Riley”.
When I picked him up yesterday, I saw the very best yet:
Notice the nice picture. Maybe a red person with big ears? Maybe some sort of alien ship?
Nope.
Read for yourself.
WOW!
Quite a deep boy I’ve got on my hands.
It’s already started.
While we were getting NayNay ready for a dance, guess who also ended up with a little razzle dazzle?
I like the rosy cheeks.
The other morning as I was working at the computer, I saw this in my view.
Just a little boy summoning me over to watch his amazing superhero flying abilities.
I thought I was seeing Superman with my very own eyes.
And then Superwoman came on the scene, right after she covered Superbaby in the background with a laundry basket.
Dash is about 4 1/2 months old. He mostly nurses, but because of a diet I started too quickly which depleted some of my milk, I supplement him with one feeding of formula every 1-2 days. If I could have it my way, I would have him stay tiny forever and strictly nurse him. I love the convenience. But I especially love knowing that it is so good for him. His poop tells it all. Mama’s milk creates beautiful poop (if you can call it that). Formula creates nasty poop.
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My sisters (AKA my kid’s watchdogs) have been telling me that he needs some rice cereal. I disagreed because I don’t want him to enter that stage. But my mom finally did the honors (kind of against my will) and fed him his first baby food.
So for the very first time ever (minus licorice, ice cream, banana, lemon, and a few other goodies over the months), my big boy is eating real food. He started his life-long journey with level 2 banana/pumpkin (I skipped right past level 1 at Marbella).
He loved it.
Absolutely loved it.
And according to my mom — the original baby whisperer — he is a really good eater. He doesn’t choke on it, doesn’t push it out of his mouth, and opens his mouth as the spoon is coming. Of course he is. I personally have made eating a perfected art — and he is my child!
When he was finished with a jar of baby food, my mom told me to heat up a bottle. I did as instructed as I told her he was probably full. The boy guzzled 2 ounces, and my mom told me to get another. This time I tried to fight it, but again, did as I was told. He downed another 2 ounces. She made me go for a third, and again, he finished it like a champ. I put the skids on for the fourth bottle.
So she burped him, and he was as happy as a clam.
With his pajamas on and a full tummy, this boy was heading to dreamland in style.
But not before he thanked my mom.
I guess my sisters and mom were right.
Apparently it is time for me to realize that my big boy isn’t so little anymore.
By the way — how awesome is this picture. It has three of my favorite things. Ranunculas, my mom and my happy baby.
This sweet boy has learned the art of self soothing.
I love it.
It is an almost ideal scenario.
The only drawback is his red little fingers that are beyond chapped from all of the wet and dry.
Good thing I am in on the biggest and best secret of all.
Bag Balm.
How gross is a child with a running green nose.
Pretty nasty.
But not nearly as nasty as when both of my kids have been sticking their fingers in the green goop and then transferring it to their mouth.
I have lectured, threatened, even bribed.
Nothing can sway them from the great temptation of the slime.
I just want to put it out there that this did NOT come from my side of the family.
Micah?
When I was a kid, we used to take pictures out and cut out the lip part to stick our tongue through. I specifically remember doing it with Seth and Ryan. So in order to keep the memory alive, I taught my kids this awesome trick.
They were loving it.
But maybe I loved it the most.
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