Pippi recently when to one of Skylar’s modeling shoots, and learned about posing.
Since then, Pippi has been perfecting the “pose” — and realized it is all about the popping of the hip.
In our dressing room, she popped that hip.
When I got her new wet suit in the mail…she popped that hip.
And then we found out the hip popping was contagious.
Although Navy’s hip is less popped…I see it there!
Micah calls Pippi, his most “conscientious child”. It’s true. She always brushes her teeth — morning and night without having to be asked. She never fails to use soap and shampoo. She immediately grabs the hair dryer after her shower. I think it makes Micah proud — like she is a chip off the old block.
There was so much rain this past winter, that our spring has been the most beautiful spring I have ever seen in California. They call it the “Superbloom”…but that word doesn’t even do it justice. We have had superblooms in the past…and this is more like superbloom on steroids!
We drove through the Ortega’s to catch the beauty…and when we turned a corner, we saw the hills in the distance on fire! They were bright orange — fluorescent even!
We had to stop the car and get out to admire it all.
Just take a look as we got closer. Navy and I were in awe for an hour straight. (Some others in the car were a little whiny to get to Megan’s house faster.) But how do you pass up such beauty? The answer is… you don’t.
I will take a rainy winter ANY DAY…to get this in the spring. We live among yellow hills that are covered in mustard, we have the bright orange poppies, some amazing purple, and don’t get me started on the wild sweet peas! It is all too much for me and Navy to grasp. We both agree that we hope Heaven is in a constant state of “Superbloom”.
We finally made it to Megan’s house, where one little girl who fell asleep on the drive, found a perfect waking up spot.
And then we attempted a family picture, where the boys and I were all in on the same joke, whereas Dad and the girls were taking a good picture.
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On our drive home, I jokingly asked if we should take the scenic route. I heard my tried and true Navy yell Yes, but the Nay’s had it.
After Bryan ordained Scout, he gave him this card to show him his Priesthood all the way back to Christ. Scout was amazed, and was pretty excited to have it. Bryan Brockbank is the best! How awesome for him to give this to Scout.
I wish I could rewind time and tell my new-mom self to skip out on the St. Patty’s Day traditions. They are so lame! Mess up your house, while throwing out money and candy to undeserving kids. Huh?
At least Dash made me laugh when he poured his change out on himself, while exclaiming…”It’s raining money”!
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Just like the Elf on the Shelf has gone away…I am going to tell the kids next year that the leprechaun found out we aren’t Irish…so he doesn’t come to our house anymore!
This morning, I was faced with this:
Dash wanted to learn how to do a good headstand, so we told him that if he practiced a lot…he could master the art.
So he practices all day every day!
In the Family Night Room.
On the stair rail.
While I am teaching his class P.E.
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I truly think that he might stand on his head more than on his feet during his free hours of the day. It is constant. It is always. And you know what? He is pretty darn good at his headstands now! He may have even mastered them.
There is something so sweet about a girl and her Nonnie cuddling, and laughing at one of the other kids making a fool of themself.
We have gotten the Friend for years, and my kids will all flip through it here or there. But Pippi is a true Friend lover. Each morning, as she eats her cereal, she flips through its pages. then she will bring it to me to read her a story from it. And tonight…she had us all sit down, as she “read” from it. Between her favorite magazine, and a captive audience…this girl was in her sweet spot.
While we were driving around today, it was the most amazing thing! We were smack dab in the middle of a butterfly migration. I am not talking thousands — I am talking about millions. You couldn’t help but run into them with your car, which seemed so tragic. When I picked up every kid from school, each of them ran to the car asking if I had seen the butterflies. It was like something I have never seen before. Nature is truly the most remarkable thing to ever witness. And today DID NOT disappoint.
The story goes like this:
Scout was trying to tell Navy something.
Navy, in her true teasing fashion, stuck her tongue out at him.
He got mad and kicked — her face.
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Enter mom.
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I told Scout there is no reason on earth to touch her in an aggressive manner — let alone kick her! Her spent some time hanging out in his room, while drafting an apology.
Here is his COMPLETELY lame brain apology.
I almost made him go redraft.
Then Navy said she too had an apology.
Of course my sweet Navy did something nice to her perpetrator.
She actually made an entire apology project.
It said:
Dear Scout, I am sorry for sticking my tongue out at you…
…only once…
…so I am doing it again!
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I was shocked…and started laughing so hard at the 3D tongue sticking out at Scout! Navy and I were rolling, and then Scout joined in! We were all hysterical.
Nice one Navy!
You definitely ended up with the upper hand in this one!
And in an attempt to not get kicked again, she ended with a quick “Love You” on the back.
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