Navy is so hard on her clothes, it is ridiculous.
So with summer coming, I ordered a few things for her to try on.
She isn’t totally fond of trying things on, but when I ooh and aah over how cute she looks in everything, she gets a little pep in her step.
When Pippi started noticing the oohing and aahing, she wanted in.
So she went and put her best outfit on…and started doing her own modeling.
She got more of a gasp.
Introducing…
Posey Petunia & Penn Jonathon
It’s a very exciting day!
We are talking number 30th and 31st grandchild for this old geezer.
While Nonnie and I are in Utah to see the twins be born, Micah sent me this picture of the girls taking over Nonnie’s bed.
Then, the next morning, he sent me this picture of Navy (our perfect child) making Nonnie’s bed.
What a good girl.
She made Nonnie so proud.
Nonnie wanted to prepare Pippi for the upcoming births in the family.
We are just weeks away from Pippi having two new cousins, that she will have to take care of often.
In honor…Pippi named her babies Penn and Posey.
Nonnie talked to her about holding them properly, how to rock them, sing to them, burp them, etc.
Nonnie thought Pippi was ready to conquer twins!
It was only five minutes later, that Nonnie looked over to see Posey held on by her outfit, and Penn dropping to the ground.
Looks like it is time for lesson two: “Only let Bella hold her babies”.
There is nothing like a boy crying, “I forgot to make my recycling project that is due today” five minutes before we had to leave.
He had to make a “recycled” version of himself.
I grabbed scissors, and the glue stick.
He ran to the trash, grabbed a hanger, flier, plate, box and gold crown from Easter two days previous.
And literally in five minutes — he cut, I assembled, he glue…and voila!
Recycled Dash.
At the time of this picture, I counted 19 boo boo’s on the King himself. This kid is always scraped up — always! But it is rare I ever know where or what the scrapes came from. I guess it doesn’t really matter — as long as he doesn’t come crying every time he gets one!
I don’t know my favorite part of Easter.
I love watching the kids search for their baskets, and then going through the goods.
But I also love the Easter outfits.
Then again, I honestly think that the kids singing in church might be my favorite — and this year especially, because Nonnie found the greatest song — God of Miracles!
Quite frankly, nothing beats the anticipation of the world’s largest egg hunt — and the annual picture we take.
My kid’s favorite part is obviously the hundreds of eggs that Megan fills each year!
But I love when people get my joke eggs.
In the end…I know my favorite part of Easter.
It’s being with my family all together, celebrating the Resurrection.
(And the joke eggs.)
Micah woke up this morning with plans.
He wanted to take the kids caterpillar hunting, and then to the thrift store for silk ties — for a special Easter-egg-dying party.
When Micah runs next to Capo beach, he says hundreds of caterpillars are crossing the running path. So her took us down there, to see if we could catch a few. Instead, the kids caught at least 100 caterpillars. Navy got the most, but Dash and Pippi weren’t far behind. Scout trailed in last place. But it was like a bug catchers dream — they were everywhere in the grass patch Micah found for us!
Then he took us to the thrift store, where we got silk ties to die our Easter Eggs. We took the ties apart, then put them all out to choose one by one. Then we wrapped them really tightly in the ties, and hard boiled them that way.
The funnest part was the “reveal”.
Here are our eggs!
This was a group favorite — and certainly Scout’s favorite since it was his!
But this Frenchie egg took first place in my eyes!
But then again — it was one of mine.
Twinsies watched their dad play soccer in the warmth of their own man-made burrito!
By the way — when did Pippi grow up?
Britni said to me a week ago — “my kid’s school is having baby chicks! Do you want in?” Not understanding what “in” was, I inquired. She wanted to know if I would like to own some. I told her HECK NO! When she got her chicks, I called her to ask how much she loved them. She said, “I have already placed them elsewhere — they stink, and are so loud!” I asked if we could babysit them one night, and she almost threw them out the door to me.
Here is their set up. Food, straw, water, and heat lamp.
They were SO cute.
We never secured a name for them, but I think Piggly and Wiggly were top contenders.
My girls had such a fun time with their “real live chicks”!
Needless to say, Navy was in love with them…and was the best caretaker they may ever have.
Certainly, better than the Seastrands!
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