Every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday I pick Navy up after her hour of reading time with Ms. Belem. I am usually there before they are, but on the few occasions I have been late, Navy sits in front of Ms. Belem and she gets her hair done. It is so cute to see them together. We’ll miss her when school is out.
Every time I am in a drive through, Dash yells from his seat….”Get me a cheeseburger!”
That is foreign to me, since my kids only like a few things from any drive thru — and none have ever liked burgers.
So on a rare occasion, I will get him one.
Here he is devouring one.
He is savoring the pickle….that he loves.
He said to me, “Mama…what dis? I wuv dis!”
And the napkins in the picture?
I told him not to make a mess, so he grabbed all of the napkins and surrounded his burger to keep it clean.
I love my afternoons in the car with this little dude!
This girl was having a meltdown.
NayNay picked her up and put her against her legs, and I had to snap a picture because she seemed so big to me!
Pippi….stay little forever!
Crying babies are SO much more appealing than crying kids!
Just a little sign language lesson going on at dinner tonight.
In college, my friends used a “p-l” in front of any word when it was fake.
(They took the p and l from the word plastic.)
So….for example:
Splenda would be called “plugar” for fake sugar.
Implants would be called “ploobs”.
You get the picture.
And now you hopefully understand why I call what happened today “plotty” training.
I looked over at Dash, and his immediate response was, “Don’t look at me!”
I gave him the spiel.
“If you go on the big boy potty then you get to wear big boy pants like Douty.”
He wasn’t having it.
So I grabbed him and stuck him on the pot.
He was mid-business, which finally ended up in the toilet.
Nothing else happened.
But when he got off, we celebrated and celebrated.
And then he got to flush.
He was pumped, and I even gave him a treat.
He bragged the rest of the day that he had gone on the big boy potty.
But unfortunately, the second half of his business was in his dirty diaper a bit later.
That being said….I’m scratching the “plotty training” and waiting for him to follow in his older sibling’s footsteps.
I’ll wait patiently for him to train himself in one day.
And until then…no more singing and dancing for plastic anything!
We had our second part of our two day passes, and finally headed out to Disney’s California Adventure today.
It was obviously a great time at the “happiest place on earth”!
Here are the adventures:
One of the few rides we could all go on together.
Scout was hoping to scare Nonnie on this ride.
No such luck.
These kids were always checking out every water source for change.
(Scout may have ended up with about a handful of it.)
This kid!
Scout was living up to the ride’s name on California Screamin’.
Navy was hot, and went for the plunge.
The serious plunge.
Navy was bummed she had to sit next to the single rider on “Cars”.
Look at her scooting all the way over from him, and she kind of just eyed him the whole time!
Dash loved, loved, loved the carousel.
Pippi cruised all day without a peep.
She was ideal until about 6:00 pm.
Nonnie took Dash on a special date to the parade.
Then we headed to a huge jungle gym area where the kids played for an hour and a half straight.
I let Pippi down, and she was SO HAPPY!
She is obsessed with being on the ground to crawl and maneuver.
Here is her latest move — the “starfish stand”.
She is actually really effective at getting places. She gets up on all fours, then propels forward and repeats. She gets across rooms that way, and is becoming very mobile!
It’s dark to see, but when I had her sitting, the poor girl face planted.
She was obviously getting tired from all of her exercise.
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The day was great, and we can’t wait to be back…..maybe next year?
Scout put Dash to bed tonight.
It was so cute how he crawled into bed with Dash and told him to suck his fingers.
(I do the same, because the two finger suck relaxes Dash instantly.)
Then he told him a Pet story, sand “song of a bird” to him, said prayers with him, gave him his monster truck, turned on his sound machine, turned out the lights and left.
Nice work Scout.
You are quite the protege.
And you’ve got the job!!!
It seems like every time I have a baby there are new “safety rules”. The latest with the Pips is that bumper pads aren’t good to have. I’d like to say that I was following the rule when I didn’t put one on Pippi’s bed, but there was a bit more of “I don’t want to use the boy one, and I think I gave the girl one away…so I’ll skip the bumper pad cause I heard it was a no no these days”.
That being said….I’m not totally sure if I buy into the “no bumper pad” rule.
And I think she would agree!
Dash walks around all day doing whatever the heck he wants.
And when he is questioned by anyone about what he is doing, he just says, “Mom said.”
He used to get away with it — a lot! But now, three weeks into his scam, people are onto him and don’t believe him anymore.
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And when “the mom” questions him you ask?
He just tells me that “Dad Said.”
And if Dad is in the room…obviously… “Nonnie said.”
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(Update one week later….I looked out and saw Dash eating a bag of cotton candy for breakfast. I knew he had the bag, but also knew he couldn’t open it. So I went out and asked who had opened it for him, and he told me Nonnie had. I knew NOnnie wouldn’t approve of cotton candy for breakfast, so I went up and questioned her. She said to me, “I told him he needed to have cereal for breakfast. But then he told me that ‘Mommie said’, so I opened it. I did think it was a little weird.”)
Every morning is the same.
This little boy “loves” his Pips.
But some mornings, it is more along the lines of a clobber.
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