I can never pass up a shake-sharing photo.
But this one, where his arm is around her, and they are interlocked in the front, may be the best shake photo to date!
Shake Love
Rainy Days
We rarely have very much rain in our part of the world. Maybe a day here or there. But this year has been insane. It’s like we live in Seattle or Ireland! I feel like we are getting rain every few days. So my kids and I are now adjusting to rainy days.
I’ve taught them to scratch the umbrella (which takes up too much time), and just run fast into where you need to go.
I’ve also taught them that being wet and cold indoors is actually an adventure.
And by the looks of it….I think they’re buying in to my nonsense!
“Shredded Wheat”
It was a sad day this morning, when Pippi asked for
“Shredded Wheat”.
“Shredded Wheat”.
For the very first time, she asked for it with the proper pronunciation, instead of “Shredded Shweat”.
I hate that my kids are growing up…especially my little baby girl.
NON!
I’m not sure if any of my kids are dead ringers of Nonnie, but I can see just a bit of Dash.
Or is that a complete stretch?
That’s okay.
I’m mostly hoping they get her patience, strength, wisdom and kindness.
Pizza Party
Our Wednesday tradition after tennis…
Beach Harbor Pizza, where Mario turns on the Disney Channel for the kids, while they stuff themselves with breadsticks and ranch, and I have a crisp salad. It is everyone’s favorite! And today….we shared our tradition with Berkley and August. It’s now their favorite too!
Then we attempted “The Mannequin Challenge” which went well, until Dash talked at the end!
Undressed
There was some undressing going on at tennis today. Her excuse is usually that she is “too hot”. Clearly, with the visible fog, that wasn’t the case. I asked her two questions…”why did you undress?” and “where is your shirt?”.
Her answers…
“I took my sirt off because i gonna get a tan.”
and
“My sirt is in my pocket…see!”
Brotherly Kindness
Navy had a rough day today. School wasn’t the best, with a mean girl. Then when she got home, she was being a stinker. At first the boys were reacting to her stinky ways, and then I went to talk to Scout about why she may be acting the way she was. After our talk, he understood that she was just reacting to her bad day. I told him that although it wasn’t right for her to act that way, to give her some leniency.
When I went in to kiss him goodnight, Scout told me that he did something to cheer Navy up.
Then he showed me the sweetest not I have ever read, and a coloring book he had created for her. I was beside myself with pride, as I watched a brother come to his sister’s aide. This was definitely a moment where all of the sibling rivalry, that drives me crazy, took a backseat to the genuine love and adoration my kids have for one another.
The next morning, Navy was beyond thrilled to get her treats from Scout.
And as they headed off to the battleground called school, I could see the confidence she had, as she walked next to the fourth-grade boy who in the end, always has her back.
Kid’s List
My kids do really well with lists. So if I am going to be really busy after school, or not be home…I make a list for them. Today’s list was pretty normal, and they all did a decent job of accomplishing it. But after a closer look, I realized that someone had altered Scout’s list. On top of “doing homework”, “clean dishes” and “piano”, there was also “poop in pants” and “be onist”.
My first clue was the phonetic spelling that is a telltale sign of Navy.
My second clue was the big “NO” after “be onist”.
This was definitely a disgruntled sister at work.
Homemade Currency
There was a contest to see whose picture was going to be turned into the official currency in Scout’s English class.
I liked his idea of a piggy bank as the picture, and that they were called “Scholar Bucks”.
Unfortunately, his class voted for another entry.
It could because he didn’t spell “monney” correctly.
Or more likely — because they were in Mrs. Welsh’s class, and not Mrs. “Welch”.
Buddy — I’m glad you didn’t create the “United Stats of Amerika’s” currency!
Better luck next time!
Chick Fil-A Stinkers
Why is it, that when my kids get into the Chick Fil-A playground, they think they own the place?
I’m sure the little girl with ladybug rain boots, who was trying to get down the community slide, disagreed.
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