These two have the best time in the mornings. Dash begs to wake her up every morning. And the second she wakes up, they play and play. I condone every moment of this….until they get into the Chapstick.
Because this is 2% of what was to come, had I not stopped them!
Dash was pretty upset about something, so he tantrumed it up on the stairs. I told him I would bring his DayDay to him, and he could sleep there, since he wouldn’t move from his spot. So I took him his blanket, and moved on to putting the other kids to bed. After I was finished, I peeked over to see him sleeping on the stairs.
I couldn’t believe that he actually fell asleep.
It explained why he was so stubborn — he was exhausted.
I tiptoed over to my camera to snap a picture.
And that is when he couldn’t contain his smile.
That weasel had been awake the whole time, but was nailing his “sleeping” performance!
Pippi has the unprecedented title of the rudest/politest child in the world.
Somehow she has taken a liking to burps.
They are cute and petite, and a lot of the time they are fake — but nonetheless, my 2 year old girl burps.
(To her credit, I think that the three siblings cracking up every time she does it, encourages the rude behavior.)
But in honor of making her rude a polite, she never misses an “excuse me”.
And somehow, her teeny voice excusing herself makes me excuse her rudeness too.
It is all a little ridiculous, but she makes us all laugh with her antics.
As I was walking in the house after helping my mom get some paper airplanes, and taking out the trashcans…I was stopped in my tracks.
Right out from our front door, Navy had taken the liberty to make a beautiful grave for her dead bird she found at school.
I was so surprised to see it, I started laughing.
But upon a closer look, I started laughing so hard, I made my mom come out of the house to see it!
It reads, “A Dead Sara”.
And it was decorated with all of the Christmas tree stumps she collected at the tree farm.
You would think she would have put this grave off to the side, or in the back yard — not three steps from the front door.
And you would think that she would have picked a different name than “Sara”, her best friend from school.
I should have known that she was up to something when she asked me how to spell “dead” the day before.
I looked out the window to see Nonnie across the street in her robe. When I called out to see what the heck she was doing, she said, “Cleaning up paper airplanes that YOUR kids made!”
Nonnie, you are the best!
Paper engineers Scout, Navy, and Dash think so also.
My Christmas cards are addressed, sealed and stamped.
Even if I did have to complete them while I was getting my hair highlighted.
Navy nailed her Singer’s Company performance this year. By the final performance, she wasn’t looking at others to know the dance moves, and she was really fun to watch.
Clearly, her little brother and sister thought so too!
When Navy walked to the car after school, with her lunch bag in hand, I knew something was fishy.
When she got in, I told her to show me what was in it. I was sure she had a roly poly collection in there, or maybe a spider.
She was more hesitant than usual, so I insisted — with punishments attached if she didn’t show me quickly.
Can’t you just read “Uh Oh” on her face.
No biggie…just a dead bird.
When I made her wipe down her hands immediately, she said, “Mom, my hands are clean. I just used some books in my bag to pick it up.”
I made her wipe anyway.
Against most mom’s better judgement, I let her keep the bird.
Mostly, because the alternative was to chuck it out the window at school pick up.
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Update: The next day, Navy got in the car to tell me that someone came in the class and called her name. She thought she was in trouble, but then realized that they were just returning some books that were found in the bushes with her name on them. WHAT?! I assumed that she knew to use disposable stuff to get that bird. Little did I know that she was using her library and math book. And then left them! What a knucklehead.
Sara and Navy are best friends. But that isn’t always the case. There are definitely ups and downs. But when there are two head strong, stubborn, tough, wants-to-be-in-charge girls…it’s bound to happen.
Dash and I play the “I Love You” game a lot. Lately, he keeps thinking he beats me with “I love you everywhere”.
It goes like this:
Dash: I love you a million!
Me: I love you more than that!
Dash: I love you all the way to Heaven!
Me: I love you around Heaven and back!
Dash: I love you everywhere! I WON!!!!!!!!!
And then he gut giggles.
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