I, as a mother, take precautions.
One of those precautions is, “Don’t run with scissors”.
I have also step by step told them how to hold scissors as they walk with them.
Gripped by the blade.
Well all of my precautions flew out the window when poor little Navy turned up stabbed by herself.
Poor thing was wailing.
And wailing means something from her — she is NO wimp!
She punctured herself right near her collarbone.
Apparently, she had been holding her scissors the proper way when I called her in because she was going to get in trouble for cutting Elephante’s tail off (turned out to a joke cut, but Scout thought it was the real thing).
As she was walking with the scissors grasping the metal, she tripped.
Her hand hit the ground, which forced her grip down, leaving the needle-tipped scissor ends exposed and ready for her.
Poor girl.
Yet another victim of our family’s mission to validate all wives tales.
(Hold onto the swing / Don’t take medicine that isn’t prescribed / Don’t run with scissors!)
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What I have learned through this story….motherly precautions need to be correct.
Apparently you always hold scissors with the blade down.
Who knew?
All of my kids love Jumpin’ Jammin’. But this trip was a tough one for Dash. Apparently his ears are sensitive to the sound?
He had one or both of his ears covered at all times.
Sometimes a ball helped him in his efforts.
The slide was particularly fast without hands to slow him down.
Maybe I should be worried about my 2-year-old who spent two hours climbing up obstacles with his knees and elbows, in order to protect his ears.
But when Scout was the same age, he spent over two years objecting to going to a movie because in the opening previews, there is a roller-coaster ride that goes by a piece of popcorn that pops really loud when we pass it.
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His ears became normal.
I suspect little Dashy’s will too.
When this stud is mid kick during his soccer games, the other two walking weasels walk their legs to the park.
They play really well together.
Mostly because the CEO of the park…
…has a really cooperative employee.
And after the game — Scout (and buddy Riley) want in on the fun!
Micah hasn’t been feeling too hot lately. Good thing Navy took him in breakfast. Apparently she thought fruit would do his body good. And maybe she got a whiff of morning breath….because you might notice to Chicklets in the middle of the plate.
We got home late last night after a fun, long day at Disneyland. Poor Scout was up at the crack of dawn for school. Everyone else was silent, so I went back to bed. Then Ka showed up and took the other couch. After a bit, the kids started to trickle in. Navy was first, and immediately went in to cuddle with Ka.
We were all heading back to Snoozeville, when she suddenly remembered a birthday purchase Nonnie had made the night before.
Good thing she remembered her Rapunzel wig.
(Or toupee by the looks of things!)
That went all the way down her back.
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Disneyland was a birthday gift from Nonnie, and at the end of the night, Nonnie let Navy pick something beautiful from the store.
To Nonnie’s dismay, she chose a wig without bangs (”that wouldn’t look real”) and a pretty ghastly pajama dress.
And that is when Nonnie decided to forget freedom of choice.
And instead — present Navy with things.
And I agree — if you give Navy a choice of what hairstyle she would like, she would look homeless most of the time.
But when I say, “Why don’t we do a fish tail braid!” (something we both like) — everyone is happy!
California is in a major drought — so much that it is getting national coverage. Good thing we finally got some rain! Bad thing that it was on the day we chose to go to Disneyland! Oh well — it kept the crowds away, and didn’t ever downpour. And in the end — Disneyland is the “Happiest Place on Earth”! And it was!
Especially with cousins!
Navy was obsessed with everything — and not one bit scared OF ANYTHING!
I was the same way. I wanted more and more scare — so much that I used to try to keep my seat belts crazy loose and never put my hands down.
(I liked the slopes better where I could jump off the chair lift from 25 feet up and land in a huge puffball of powder!)
Cautious Scout was game for everything this year.
Although, he had to be told that the Matterhorn was not scary.
Once he was convinced, he went on it another 6 times.
Dash would put his hands over his ears on tons of the rides, and say, “Creepy” at times.
But he never objected to anything, and when we got to the simple rides - he was in Heaven.
Nonnie took him on the carousel about 5 times.
And even Pips got a ride in.
Pippi especially loved the Tikki Room.
Scout was a bit bored when he realized the birds were all fake.
Navy was tall enough to ride everything but Indiana Jones, and she did it all!
Here was the line for the Jungle Cruise where our boat captain “Dino” was the funniest one I have ever had in 37 years!
He was hysterical!
Check out Navy photo bombing Dash and Bella with a dance move!
Look at brave Dash with his hands up on “neigh” his horse.
For being a bit on the fussy side, this girl was a perfect angel all day long!
She didn’t make a peep, and loved being on the go!
Even in the rain, she just cruised.
It might have had something to do with her pink Ewok outfit!
That thing is magical — and so is her blanket!
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It was the best day!
Between Micah’s spreadsheet of the park, and the kids being at really fun ages, I can’t wait to do it again!
Good thing we bought 2-day passes that will take us back to California Adventure soon.
Obviously, everyone was wiped by the end — and went home to have long and hard sleeps.
We are headed out of town in a few months, and had to get Pippi’s passport.
It ended up being quite the long afternoon with everything needed to obtain it, and Dash was a saint, and the Pips was tired — hence the blotchy face in her photo.
After five straight hours of nonstop (doctor, birth cert., passport photos, post office, etc.), I am not one to argue with my quiet kid, playing the blue IPad on the floor of the Passport office.
Because with a crying Pippi, we welcomed our happy two year old (who was letting Micah know that Pippi was crying) regardless of what was making him happy.
Dash and I took Pippi to her four-month Carruthy Appointment.
This boy packed snacks, and water for the occasion.
But truthfully, he packed everything in his bag so he could sneak his blue IPad in there.
Usually I am as anti as it gets on the IPad, but this time…I thought it would be a nice distraction for Dash as I listened to the doctor’s words.
Sweet thing wasn’t too thrilled about getting undressed to get weighed.
I told her not to worry, and that I would leave her cutest accessories on, but she still screamed.
Her stats:
A whopping 10 lbs on the dot.
24 inches.
Her head was great.
As far as the curve….she is in the 10th % for height and head, but under the curve completely on weight.
I’ll say it once, and I’ll say it again — just like her mama!
She calmed down in the interim.
But when Carruthy came in — she let herself be known.
Good thing this boy was a non-issue, because the Pips was high maintenance!
But no wonder — the poor girl was poked and prodded, and looked in and at all too much when she was my fresh-out-of-the-womb baby.
So she is not going to allow this nonsense quietly.
Amen Sista!
When Scout pulled his folder out of his bag, I gasped.
He swears up and down, that he “put it away nicely”.
Handsome boy….define “nicely”.
I bought a few boxes of Twinkies — originally for the purpose of passing out treats to my church class.
Unfortunately, my kids caught wind of them, and they have been sneaked one by one.
Scout is the first culprit.
But “monkey see, monkey do boy” has been the latest culprit.
And with Dash’s obsessive personality, I have heard about these “Twinkies” for days upon days.
I always resist giving him any until after a solid meal, but I finally caught him in the act of sneaking.
You can imagine his surprise and jolt when I mommy gasped.
His usual defense is to immediately fall into tears.
Lately, he has used another defense — holding his head and telling me he is sick.
This time — nothing.
Instead….
He tried to charm me into giving it to him.
There was a lot of “please” and “I eat it in just one minute?”
He tried everything.
I held my ground — that he couldn’t have it until after lunch.
But when I left the room, with the Twinkie safely put in the middle of the table….
Guess whose teeth finally punctured through the plastic for the ultimate prize.
Naughty or charming?
Naughty or charming?
NAUGHTY!
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