Navy finally had enough CTR Bucks to buy something from the store. When I asked her what she wanted, she said, “THE ROSE SOAPS!” Apparently, she had been waiting for those for quite some time.
So she first handed one over to Bella and told her she could use it in her bath. And then she gave a few to Scout. But she reserved the center hot pink one for herself. When I finally had her in her next bath - post purchase - she made sure to carefully take her “beautiful pink rose” in with her.
I turned my back for two seconds to turn around and see this mess!
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If anyone noticed in the previous store pictures, I have another box of these.
Who wants them?
When I was a kid, I loved to jump on the poppers from packages.
So it is so fun to see Scout and Navy love the same.
But Icka has a special ability to pop and intervene Nonnie’s calls all at the same time!
Icka got banned from everything Bella after she ruined the 100th thing. Bella only asks her to keep her little grubby fingers out of her drawers. And you know that translates to Navy “GO THROUGH EVERY DRAWER POSSIBLE BECAUSE THERE MUST BE SOME GOOD STUFF!” I get it. It was the same way I was as a child.
But Icka didn’t take it very seriously when Bella drew a line and told Icka she could never cross it. She ran in and out just tease Bella. I was the worst mom because I thought it was hilarious and kept laughing. I knew not to, but I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face so I had to cover it. So Icka did it over and over and got many threats. So finally Bella had to chase her down and really lay down the law.
As you can see on Navy’s face, it really seems to be working!
Yeah right.
This boy has become a chatter box. He holds minute long conversations with me. He also loves talking to B and Scout. And his conversations with Scout(whom Dash is kind of obsessed with) sound like two Pteranodon’s talking in their high pitch whining talk. It is absolutely darling. And the cutest part about it is that he usually will start up the conversation. He doesn’t wait for me to ask him a question. As soon as he sees me, he dives right into every detail of his day. And when he isn’t talking, he is laughing. I always had a theory about third children — and how they are usually pretty stinky. Apparently, I was wrong!
I put Dash down for his morning nap and went in to take a bath.
When I came out, Bella was walking out of Dash’s room and pointed in at Icka who had woken him up.
This was the scene.
Poor guy.
He was totally asleep when I left him.
Look at the concerned little face.
I told Icka that he was sad because he was sleepy.
She told me that all he had to do was “smile” and he could be happy.
(Thanks Icka — I’ll remember that next time you are sad.)
Then I noticed him watching an IPhone.
Icka is smart, but not smart enough to play back a video of Navy and Bella and place it so perfectly in Sumo’s bed.
Then I looked at Bella.
She immediately said, “I saw him moving around a little bit and thought he was waking up!”
WEASELS!
We went and surprised Bree this past weekend so I could attend her other baby shower.
It was a quick trip, only 24 hours, but was fun.
After getting there we went to Bree’s soccer game, dinner and then home to put the kids down. The next morning, they all hung out on the couch to old school cartoons (The Flinstones, Jetsons, Smurfs). Why do those cartoons seem more wholesome? Micah, Jeff and Bree went and ran a 5K, and when they got home, everyone went in the hot tub. Afterward, I got ready and left to the shower for the afternoon while Micah had all three kids. The shower was great, and Micah took the kids to the park which was even greater!
When we got home, we said our goodbyes, and got back on the road.
Quick and simple.
Every night, I take my ring and watch off and put them in the same spot.
When I walked by the spot this morning, I immediately realized that my watch was there, but my ring was not.
I immediately went into who I thought was the culprit.
She was in the bath at the time, so I approached this with what I thought was the best possibility to get my desired result.
Which was obviously my ring back.
I asked her, “Hey, who was playing with my ring this morning?” in a very sing-songy voice.
She immediately said, “I was” in a very devious way.
I said, “It’s fun to play with jewelry…do you remember where you put it?”
She said, “Yeah, I put it down the drain.”
WHAT!!!
I stayed calm and said, “Well, which drain?”
To which she replied, “The one in the other room.”
So I told her to show me.
But she told me it was too “warmy” in the bath to get out.
So then I went to plan B.
I went in to retrieve a lipstick Brett (the other weasel) had sent her that I immediately confiscated — which sent you know who into a tizzy.
I showed the lipstick and said that whoever could find my ring got to have the lipstick.
My kids immediately jumped out of the bath and ran around the house naked trying to find the ring.
(Sidenote — Scout didn’t want the lipstick, he is just a true competitor.)
After slyly following her around, I found her hiding behind a door next to an air conditioning grate.
I asked her if that was the drain.
She said, “I don’t know, let’s open it and see.”
After 10 solid minutes of masked frustration, my mom finally came around the corner to see if I had found it.
When I told her I hadn’t, she reminded me that my Dad had been there earlier.
I followed her eyes to see it!
Right on top of the lamp that is on top of the desk that holds my “spot”.
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So you might think that I am calling my Dad the weasel of the century.
But I am not.
Any girl who knew to say “drain” is clearly the holder of that title.
I walked into the toy room to find the biggest mess! The kids had gotten into the costume drawer that is literally stuffed to the BRIM. Most of the time, they find what they want pretty quickly, but because Scout has been out of costume mode for a long time (because costumes don’t go over casts very easily), his Spiderman costume was pretty buried. So in order to find every last piece of it, he had to dig.
And aren’t I glad he did. Have you ever seen a more darling Spiderman in your life?
Look at those “army green” eyes.
So of course Icka had to dress up immediately after she saw Scout’s getup. She went to her standard Tangled princess dress. This pore dress is getting holes in because she has worn it to death. But my “milk chocolate brown” eyed girl has her opinion that doesn’t sway easily. And for now, her opinion is to be the tangled princess every single day of her life!
I obviously could not keep Dash out of the festivities. Last Halloween, I saw my same cow costumes for sale, and had to buy one for the unborn baby to match the other two. This is the first time he has had it on, and my love of costumes was reiterated. How couldn’t it be! Look at him. And if you will notice, this boy has “slate grey” eyes. (I mention their eyes, because since all of my kids were little, I have told them their eye color, and they love to hear what it is. And in case I ever forget what their descriptive colors were when they were little, I wanted to write them down while I had close ups of them.)
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As I was getting Dash dressed up as a cow, I heard some noise in the next room in the bookshelves. I wanted to see what it was, and turned the corner to see my two-week-post-cast boy climbing away.
I would argue, but remember, he is “the boss of [his] own leg”! Actually this boy has done everything since he has had his legs back. Technically, the doctors said he would barely be trying to walk at this point. Little did they know Scout’s determination, and that he has already climbed all over the tide pools, chased his sister like crazy, ran around multiple playgrounds and climbed anything he sees. Nice work Spiderman!
He had to go in and show off his skills to Nonnie, and she was amazed!
So was Navy, who wanted to be just like her big brother and followed suit.
Nonnie was holding Dash, and when she told him about her really brave older siblings, he was pretty excited.
It really is amazing how much I love my kids in costumes. When Halloween rolls around, and they start going on sale, I literally have to hold myself back. Mostly because that costume drawer I mentioned earlier — doesn’t have room for even one more thing. Guess it’s time to clear another spot, because Dash is just barely coming onto the costume scene!
Navy woke up really early this morning. She came out to where I was feeding Dash. My regular morning routine is to feed the baby, then take him with me to the office where I get 30 minutes of work done while others sleep and he swings next to me. But this morning, Navy wanted to hold him. So I set up a spot for them on the couch and put Sesame Street on to keep her in place.
(There is something about my kids in white that I die over.
I think they look like angels.)
Sesame seemed to do the trick, so I snuck downstairs solo, to get my stuff done.
Five minutes later, I heard running footsteps above my head, so I knew I should check things out.
Somehow, my big boy was in the hallway.
The hallway that is very far from the couch.
I was in awe of his magical powers, since Icka has been told over and over that she is not allowed to carry Dash.
Once I saw Icka run out of every sleeping person’s room, I asked her how he got there.
Instead of telling me, she showed me.
I guess “white” might make them look like angels, but maybe not act like them?
But then I noticed she had changed her clothes during my absence also.
I have a few addictions in my life.
They are:
My kids.
Things that are miniature.
Things in bulk.
Costumes for my kids.
And….
Cuddly outfits for my babies.
So what if it looks like he can’t move.
I can’t imagine the pure delight life would be if I could cruise around all day in a cuddly blanket made into an outfit.
So in an effort to prevent myself from looking idiotic, I act out my addiction on my kids.
Specifically my babies.
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