Many days end up with our kids playing upstairs in the Family Night Room. And it isn’t unusual to have our four kids plus two, because of those Hansen boys from up the street. I always welcome them in, because they are nice, helpful, discipline-able, and they play with Pippi and Dash as much as they play with Navy and Scout!
As far as neighbors go, my kids scored!
You know you have it made in the shade when everything you put on is too big for you. Pippi, at 2 1/2 years old is still wearing 18 months. And that is only because we need the length of an 18 month old. If we were going for width, she would be sporting a 6-12 month bathing suit!
(Not pictured: The back side of the suit where her full diaper and booty didn’t come close to filling her suit up!)
We went to the mall, because I had to buy a new bra.
Luckily Skylar met us, and went to the playground with the kids — minus Pippi who wanted to come with me.
I tried and tried to talk her into the playground, but she was not having it.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t having it…because she made bra shopping a JOKE!
Let’s just say that I rain checked it, and headed back to Skilly with Pippi in hand.
Just 20 minutes after Pippi woke up Dash by hitting him, he held her hand the whole way to school drop off. How can a boy be so forgiving and sweet. I tell him all the time that he has lollipops inside him. Then he tells me that he doesn’t. So then I ask him, “Well then, how’d you get so sweet?”
These is nothing quite like uploading your pictures from your phone…only to realize that your darling boy took about a millions selfies. It’d be one thing if they were cute pictures, or even where he is smiling. But somehow, every time this happens, it is of one of my kids making crazy and unattractive faces.
How rad are these gems I came across today!
(Newlyweds!)
(Fancy Mom.)
(Dad…is it awkward to say you were hot?)
(I think they were headed off to a White House dinner with JFK in this photo. She actually still has his autograph on a napkin today!)
(And my favorites….proof of my dad making the cradle that all of my kids have slept in!)
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Lucky me to have rad parents!
Quite often, after I drop Dash off at school on Tuesdays, Pips and the Twins have a playdate.
It is really cute, because the Twips are all so mobile and playful right now.
But the interesting part is the match ups.
Basically, Pippi does her own thing — like today she was doing puzzles for a bit.
But more often….she and Sturdy team up as buddies, while Goldi is off on her own.
But when Goldi wants back in, Pippi goes into bully mode and tells her to go away, and even uses force.
Britni likes that her kids are learning the ropes, but I still intervene to teach my kid the ropes.
Look who unzipped her ten, turned off her sound machine and quietly closed the door.
All silence broke when she gave out a little yelp when I caught her!
She thought she was doing something naughty.
I saw it as….thank you for being independent….just don’t get into any make-up!
Dash was SOOO excited for crazy hair day at school.
He said he wanted spikes, so I gave him spikes!
Pippi insisted on crazy hair also, and gave herself this flower headband to fit in.
The patrons at Costco were loving the kid’s hair, and the kids were loving all of the adoration.
And apparently….he won 1st place in his class!
He was so excited that he couldn’t contain his news when I picked him up, and just blurted it out the second he saw me walk in the door.
From the time I was little, my mom has expressed frustration that I never liked to play with dolls. And it’s true — I didn’t. Not Madame Alexanders, not Corolles, not even Barbies.
Fast forward to my first girl, Navy. My mom’s hopes were alive once again. And when my mom spent an inordinate amount of money on a doll for Navy for Christmas one year, Navy opened it and wouldn’t even touch it. And then proceeded to tell Nonnie to take it back to the store. Clearly, Navy isn’t a doll lover either.
But my mom’s final hope….my final child who happens to be a girl….will she love dolls?
Let’s just say that I didn’t catch this picture with Pippi’s eyes closed — she is closing them for effect.
I would say that reading to your dolly should be somewhat exciting to my mom.
And although I don’t think Pippi is a doll fanatic, I think she is at least somewhere on the scale of “liking to play with dolls”.
Congrats Mom….this is the girl of your dreams.
Now do what you’ve always wanted to do…and go buy her 15 dolls, or just go in the wrap room and collect all of the dolls that Navy and I rejected!
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