My kids were long overdue for a nap.
So it wasn’t surprising that Dash, Navy and the Pips were all asleep withing minutes of hitting the sack.
What was surprising….was what I found when I went to check up on them.
Navy and several of her furry friends had crawled under the fitted sheet for their snooze.
And Dash had managed to pacify himself with all three of his DayDays — while doing his latest favorite thing to do.
He searches for the little holes on the blankets and sticks his fingers through them with his right hand, while he sucks away at his left pointer and middle.
I love when my kids see each other at school, and they run over to play together. Navy got a balloon from someone’s birthday treat, and she was showing it to Scout — and then said she got him one. It is heart-warming to see them excited for each other.
And when my heart is warm (or more accurately — Nonnie’s Heart), we treat kids to the Original Pancake House.
Pippi must have learned the art of picking from her older siblings.
So after baths and getting dressed, I had a big long talk with her about the things that she should not emulate.
Picking.
Picking and eating.
Teasing.
Whining.
Bullying.
Bugging.
Back talking.
Crying.
—
The talk may have been very therapeutic for me.
Good thing I have an artistic husband who can really nail the faces of “Thing Chi” and “Thing Lee”.
Better thing that I have a husband who just goes with my ideas without complaint.
Because look at what the two of us can accomplish together.
Only … some mighty fine and Suessy doors.
It was an exciting day to go and enjoy my child’s first piano recital.
He played Sneaky Sam, and was a natural.
No nerves, no mess ups although the tempo steadily increased, but that was probably only noticed by the finely trained ear — such as mine. (Wink wink.)
We really lucked out with our first piano teacher.
Scout really likes him, and I do also.
It was a real treat for me this afternoon.
The added bonus treat — was that it was at my old house!
The Sorensons take piano from Mr. Holt also, and offered their house up for the recital.
It was amazing to see the change.
And afterwards, the two main men in my life sharing a funny moment.
Everything was chaotic this morning, because I just got back from a trip. That being said, our reverence meter was sooo off the charts it was crazy!
And when I say off the charts, I mean that in a bad way.
I finally gave in to Dash’s coloring party on the back row, during sacrament.
He and his ladies were at least kind of quiet while they laid and rolled around, and even “quietly” fought over crayon colors.
But nothing was quite as bad as this….
Just Navy questioning me on whether or not the roof tiles would hold her weight.
Yeah…coloring and climbing aren’t our usual Sunday behaviors.
But this week was special.
I might be the worst baker on the planet.
Which is one of the few things my mom and I don’t have in common.
Look at these beauties — that haven’t even been frosted yet –my mom whipped op for the primary kids this morning.
I’ll take one for now …. and another for my midnight snack!
I went away with Brit, Emily, Ally and Ashley for Brit’s birthday.
I am famous for hating to leave my kids, but when you get a call, where the birthday girl says, “Well, I only invited four of my closest friends…but I understand if you can’t come”, I guess you figure out a way.
But I’ll admit, it was really fun and relaxing.
The Ritz was beautiful, we found great food, the outlets are always fun and my kids….
they were well taken care of.
This was when Micah took them to the regional park.
And these were some of the many times they headed over to the fair.
So the kids were covered.
Now my only other concern in life — my mom.
Would she be okay without me?
Well, check out that 75+ year old on the swings, high above the ground.
Apparently, Micah rejected the ride that Navy needed an adult supervisor on.
So my mom looked at him and said, “Wussy” and grabbed Navy’s hand to board.
-
Clearly Patty Poo was doing just fine.
Dash used to be a disaster about five minutes after waking up.
He would do the potty dance, and jump like crazy until I put him on the toilet. And those times I was in the middle of something — like a dirty diaper — he just jumped crazier and crazier while screaming “I have to go potty!”
And then I found the Mississippi’s.
Now, I just see if he can beat his Mississippi time from the day before.
Here he is….all geared up to speed race to the potty, use it, clean up, and run back.
Yesterday, he was around 11.
So today, he was going to beat that.
And with a bit of slower counting….guess what little boy ran in right as I said ttteeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnn!
I have been dying to get out Navy’s rain gear all year.
But I bet you wouldn’t believe that southern California is in their biggest drought in years — and we never get rain.
So this morning when it was barely past drizzling, guess what I pulled for Navy?
The cutest rain gear I have ever seen!
| DESIGN BY