Pippi cruises a few times a day with her favorite hat.
She loves the look, the warmth, and especially the balls that wipe her dirty mouth, and even her snoofy nose.
So, it’s safe to say that her favorite hat, is not anyone else’s favorite hat.
I couldn’t find my phone, long after the kids went to bed. But my suspicions were right, when I found it in Scout’s room. When I inspected it, I realized that he had an alarm set for 4:00 am. And my further suspicions, of him wanting to get up really early to make me a birthday breakfast, were confirmed in the morning.
We made S’Mores at our pack meeting tonight.
It’s funny to see my kid’s cooking techniques.
Scout and Navy (and Pippi by association) subscribe to “Quality over Quantity”.
They like their mallows lightly toasted.
And Dash is a believer in “Quantity over Quality”.
He will do raw or burnt…as long as he’s got a marshmallow in his face!
Micah was in L.A. this morning, so I got to take the kids to school.
I told them if they went to bed perfectly the night before, and got up quickly — and got their stuff done fast, that we could go to Bagels.
I think we were hovering over a world record in how fast these kids had everything done, so we had ample time to go get bagels.
I’ll admit that I love that Micah takes them to school.
But I’ll also admit that hanging with these three in the morning is really fun.
They are beyond sweet at that time, and we all love that Dash is now part of the morning ritual on Thursdays.
I was looking over Scout’s homework to make sure it was done well, written nicely, and was complete. After reading a story at school, one of his assignments was to answer a few comprehension questions. The first question asked, “Describe the Fruitless Mountain”. Apparently this is the poor and desolate location of the story. His answer was “Fruitless Mountainis a “, and the rest was erased. When I looked past his lousy erasing job, I read, “a worthless piece of crap”.
Should I be happy that he erased that? Or should I be worried that he wrote it in the first place?
I went with happy that he corrected his poor choice of description.
And then I had him complete it properly.
Pippi’s vocabulary is beyond her years.
But the best is when she picks up slang, or phrases from older people, and uses them…or shall we say over uses them.
Before, it was “Oh My Gossss”!
She would see something scary, and say, “Oh My Gosss”!
She would hurt herself and repeatedly say, “Oh My Gosss”!
And when something is really bad, she covers her eyes, and says “Oh My Gosss” about 15 times.
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But a week has gone by, and there is a new phrase in town.
Now everything is “by the way”.
“Mom, I am going down the stairs, by the way”.
or
“By the way, my tummy real hurts”.
or
“By the way, Dashy is my best friend, by the way”.
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I better watch my slang, and make sure it is appropriate to come out of a two-year-old’s mouth!
Sometimes, cereal for dinner is is the best idea ever.
Tonight was one of those night.
It is pretty rad that Scout read this to me this afternoon.
But even more rad, is that in all of this chicken scratch, it says, “I love my mom”!
Here is a sneak peak of Dash’s life before and after school today.
He plays in the mud with his buddies, while Pippi (dressed in Dash’s clothes - her pick) stands by.
Pippi is redressed, and she and Dash brave it to stand next to the creepy guy on the way in and out of school.
On our way out to the car, it takes about ten extra minutes because these two are walking the curb.
And then Dash and his friends designate a “potty tree”.
So far he is loving school.
He has made friends, and likes his teacher.
So far, I haven’t gotten used to the ssslllooowww walk in and out.
We had the cleaners at the house, so I decided that I would take the kids to the park to play.
But there was one caveat — Scout, who wasn’t finished with his homework yet, had to stay in the car to finish up.
When we got there, everyone but Scout got out, and it seemed to be working perfectly.
But within two minutes, I had all three kids back for different reasons.
Kids had to go potty, kids found lizards, and kids wanted to do their own homework.
Scout, who struggles with distractions while working, was taking longer and longer to get his work done.
I got rid of the other three kids so many times, that I told them to load up…because if they wanted to be with me so much, we could do that in the front yard.
And then magically, they all disappeared.