Icka is now a booster sitter. Of course she wants to be just like Scout, and will hold her legs in the sideways splits every time I want to put her in her high chair. Her determination is admirable — to say the least.
She thinks she is so cool sitting in Scout’s chair, and reminds me every few seconds that she is in “Cout’s” chair as she pats it.
As I had my camera out, Icka was showing off some of her well-known faces. I was able to capture a few.
This is either her fish face (seen when she sees a live fish — or a picture), or her “I want to give you a kiss” face.
It is definitely one of my favorites.
This is the face she sports when I ask her to smile.
A little forced, but cute nonetheless.
My very favorite — this is her candid happy and laughing face. I am seeing this more and more lately, and I love every single moment of it.
Speaking of happy — Icka is starting to turn a teeny tiny corner. She is getting a little better at listening to me without yelling “NO”. And better yet, she has been adding the sweetest words at the appropriate time lately. Her “thank you” melts me.
Icka is a very good sleeper. She has slept through the night since she was a month old. But as of lately, our little sweets has been waking up and getting into a little mischief before I come to get her. She gets to anything she can reach — in this case, it is the overstuffed drawers that Skilly fills with junk — and just has her way with everything. A few examples:
Taking a closer look at the second picture, I guess that my sleeping beauty did this damage before she went to sleep.
But I find no fault.
Who could?
She is WAY too cute….even if it does look like there are appendages growing out of her head.
Whoops — my flash woke her up. I love my little swollen & sleepy girl.
We have quite the pets in Daisy and Donald.
They invite themselves right on in if our door is open.
But I’ll admit that this was with a little help from Belly.
Of course.
Have you ever seen the shirt that says….
“My aunt (Tristen) went to Hawaii, and all she brought me back was this lousy_______.”
Scout was not too thrilled about his grass skirt and coconut shell bra.
Luckily it was Icka’s.
Instead, Scout got to dig through this goop to find a real treasure.
He was enamored.
But he did ask, “What do I do with it?”
Whatever your little heart desires.
I guess his little heart desired to wrap it in a tissue and put it in my makeup holder.
Icka is a pain in the neck sometimes. Her latest thing is her insistence on feeding herself. I am fine with that if she is eating dry Cheerios or a pretzel, but not when it is real-deal meal time. But when she had oatmeal the other morning, she was not having my help. (When I say “not having” that included climbing out of her seat-belted high chair, screaming at the top of her lungs, closing her mouth to the food I tried to get into her mouth, if I did get any food in she would quickly push it out with her tongue…you get the picture.) I usually insist on the upper hand, but since I was up with the little twirp until 5:30 the night before, I finally gave her the spoon and bowl and said, “Have at it!” (Somehow in my mind, I was “showing her” — didn’t quite work that way.)
For 16 months, I was pretty impressed with her ability.
But when she got another spoon off of Nonnie, it all went to pot.
Blurry, but applicable.
I think we are going to keep her food dry for a while. This wet stuff is way beyond my comfort level.
Here she is with her cup of “dry” popcorn at the fair. She ate this like a pro. (Probably due to her man hands so she could “one-hand” the cup.)
We walked to the fair multiple times this past weekend. Scout and Navy were in heaven. Skilly thought she was “too cool” now that she is in junior high and all. But she was humbled whenever Tristen was around, as “Tristen is SO embarrassing!” Calin went with her own friends, and when I saw her from across the way and started walking towards her, she nodded no! WHAT! To me, that is the fastest way to get me over there. She learned a very good lesson that day. B was fun as usual, and my mom was only there for the artichokes. Understandable — they were heavenly.
Scout loved the fair games. He is a gamer like both of his parents.
Tristen started to feel nauseous on this five minute ride.
The famous artichokes. Here is Sissy helping herself. I would like to point out that since it was the fair, we felt like we could go as white trash as possible. Like putting our baby in pajamas before we left. And I won’t even comment on Micah’s hat, because unfortunately he doesn’t limit it’s use to only the fair.
Can’t wait until next year, although Micah can. When I wanted to go for another round on Saturday, he said, “I have no interest in going back to the fair.” Why not? Maybe you could get a pair of overalls and a wife beater to go with your hat.
When I was little, I was in the Girl Scouts. On many occasions, we met at Carrie Welfare’s house for our weekly meeting. I remember that I would go to the side of her house, where their raspberry plant was, and clean them out. I would eat every single raspberry on their plant — even the ones that were just turning red.
So fast forward 25 years…..I now have my very own raspberry plants. They didn’t fruit last year, but they have come around this year. I bought two different types, and one is currently ripening but has only a handful of berries. The other one will be fruiting in about a month, but has four times the amount. I don’t know which I like better — “the instant gratifier”, or the “land of plenty”. I renamed them myself since I threw away the markers with the real names. Not too smart when I want to add another of my favorite bushes, and I created a guessing game.
Scout is like his mom and LOVES raspberries! He wants to check on them about every six hours.
Icka is like her dad and is wild! Therefore, she was left on the other side of the pool fence.
I saw this sight, and it only means one thing!
The fair is back — and better yet — it’s within walking distance of our house.
Last year, we went back to get artichokes three times in one night!
Only three times, because they ran out!
Ickity Dickity Dock is quite the fish. Talk about two kids who love the pool — take a look at her smile. Thank goodness, since that is what our backyard is.
Scout in his Sharky, and Siss in her Ducky.
(Fitting that she is in the ducky since our pets Daisy and Donald have consumed her life.)
(The ducky is slightly large on her because the makers don’t expect someone this young to be wearing one.)
I would expect nothing less, but Siss about gives me a heart attack when she is in the pool. She jumps off of everything, happily goes under the water, runs around the jacuzzi on the uneven cement, all in the ducky that is a bit too big for her and laughs the entire time. Here she is after jumping off of the side.
For Skilly’s 12th birthday, B kidnapped all of her friends (which included Scout and Navy) and took everyone to breakfast. It was really fun. On our way home, I said to Scout, “I never have you this early on a Saturday morning….let’s figure out something really fun to do.” He started thinking right away. After about a mile, I saw a sign that said “Community Garage Sale”, and asked Scout and Navy if they knew what a garage sale was. They obviously didn’t, so I told them we were going to go garage sale-ing. We drove up and down the streets, and Scout was fascinated. He saw a couple of things that we “looked” at (nasty, old, used stuff), but I told him that we had to find a real treasure in order to buy it. We were having the best time when we hit a serious gold mine!
Before I elaborate — let me take you on a walk down memory lane. When I was in elementary school, I was walking home and found a garage sale. It was in the backyard of a little old lady. I went in to see what it was all about, and realized that I could literally shop right there and then — and better yet — for great prices! I only had my milk money which was 15 cents. I started browsing, and I settled on two fabulous items. To my great excitement, the little lady let me have both for my small offering. I took both things…put them in my book bag…and skipped the rest of the way home. When I got home, I ran in to my mom to show her my loot. As I was pulling everything out, I was telling my mom that there are these really cool things called “garage sales”. Imagine my surprise when my mom started yelling, “KeeKee KeeKee” (our family word for gross). I still can’t understand why a sheer nightgown and a coffee-stained mug were so “KeeKee”.
Hopefully it is pretty easy to understand why I am kind of snotty when it comes to garage sales. If there is any sort of “KeeKeeness”, I steer clear. Actually, if you want to know the truth, the last garage sale I attended, might just be in the backyard of a little old lady.
So back to the goldmine…in an attempt to teach Scout about the garage sale culture, I was determined to buy at least something. And like it was Heaven-sent, I stumbled across the rep of Little Tikes — one of my favorite toy makers. Everything in her garage was pristine, and completely packaged. She is single, has no children, and doesn’t have anywhere for her samples to go after she receives them. So she decided to put them up for sale. I ended buying about 3/4 of everything she had to offer. I even duplicated things I already have because the deals were too good to pass up. Scout and Icka were thrilled, and I ended up with over 30 brand new perfect toys.
Everything was great until my snot of a mother looked at my find. When I showed her everything, I made her guess how much I paid for EVERYTHING. (At this point, I reminded her what I had paid -retail- a month before, for the exact same toy in the exact same packaging.) She thought for a while and said hesitantly, $100. My steal was for $120, so I told her she was crazy. She was not only clueless on what these toy’s retail prices were, but she clearly didn’t know how nice the garage was from whence they came. She then said, “I don’t care how nice the garage was. I wouldn’t have paid two cents.”
SNOT!
Don’t ever touch one thing I bought.
EVER!
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