This girl is so funny. She is so expressive on everything, it is hilarious. I heard that Great Grandma calls her the “little actress”, and I couldn’t agree more.
Pippi — go and get that Oscar.
Whenever we are out and about, and one of my kids acts up, I usually ask if they want to go to the __________jail.
Then I tell them about the awful and dark jail that the workers keep just for naughty kids.
As it is all in an attempt to get my kids to act properly, I usually can get the workers in on the ploy.
So basically my kids think there is an “Outback Steakhouse Jail”, a “Pottery Barn Jail”, and of course a “Disney Store Jail”, alongside a jail in every single establishment we have ever set foot in.
Today, at the Disney Store, I was just about to go into my jail speech.
You see, Pippi was caught stealing all of the stuffed animals off of the shelf, to make a huge mess in another part of the store.
Right after she was reprimanded for sitting in an inappropriate spot at the table.
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So it began, “Pippi….you want to go to Disney Jail.”
But I let my words trail off, as I realized that my threats were going to fall on deaf ears that didn’t yet know that “jail” is supposed to be a prohibitive thing.
As I went in to wake up Navy for school, I noticed a little lurker in the bed.
Nobody had to tell me the story, I knew exactly how she got there.
It was 6:15 am (notice it is still dark outside), when Pippi got a fleeting thought in her subconsciousness that it was almost daytime so she hopped up and out of bed. After turning her sound machine off, she struggled to lug the huge “NightNight” over her crib, and out the door. Once she got to Nonnie’s room, she made her way into Nonnie’s arms where she fake slept — with snoring sound effects and all. Then when I went in and saw her at 6:45, (as my tired-I-want-to-go-back-to-bed self) my heart sank. But with the biggest smile and happiest disposition, she said , “Hi Mom!”
And the rest of my day had just begun.
Scout is the best big brother to Pippi. It seems like every time anyone is eating anything at the dinner table, Pippi climbs up and plops herself right in front of the dish/bowl and begs. Without hesitation, Scout always creates a bite for the Pips, and shares freely.
I’m not sure who he got his generosity from.
Nonnie who is never allowed to have a meal all to herself around the kids.
Or Daddy who might be the world’s greatest sharer ever!
Every single morning, Dash wakes up with, “Mom, is today a school day?”
He loves going to school so much.
And when we got to school a few minutes early today, rather than sit and chat with me in the car, he insisted on sitting on the front steps, with his bag du jour.
I secretly think he wanted to be the first kid in — which is not usually an option for him, as we are not usually the “early birds”.
Happy Birthday Grey!
Thanks for the good times at Big Air — and especially for being one of our besties.
I love, love, love seeing all of the little treasures that come home with Dash each school day.
I especially love the nostalgia that floods through me, when I see him repeating the same projects that both Scout and Navy completed just a few years ago.
I am not on my computer much, but every single time I get on it, I have little feet flocking to me.
It’s kind of out of control.
Because of it, I get behind on my blog — and Emails get returned days or weeks later.
But I give in every time.
Because all these little kids are looking to do is watch family videos of themselves.
So I put them on while they crack up at themselves.
You have to love this little sneak peak I was texted, of Dash’s first school picture.
My favorite part is the cute and kind of fakey little smile he is giving off.
I remember practicing my smile in front of the mirror when I was younger, and it looked just like the one above.
Mouth wide, teeth showing, and no squint in the eyes.
This silent but deadly little girl is always up to no good!
Always!
But I guess if you are little, and want a bite to eat, and nobody is hearing through your gibberish, you take matters into your own hands.
On the one side, it is awesome she is self sufficient.
On the much bigger side, it is MESSY that she is self sufficient.