We have a new favorite place for treats…it’s called The Hive.
It’s just a little shack at the top of the beach, and they have the same Popsicle that were at Tristen’s wedding.
Scout and Navy love the salted chocolate.
Dash loves cookies ‘n cream, but opted for the orange creamsicle today.
And poor Pippi only gets what’s white.
Good thing she likes coconut.
Check out our crew today.
There is nothing quite like Popsicles with friends — especially good ones on a really hot day.
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(By the way — I love how Pippi always has something under one of her arms. It is usually a stuffed animal or dolly — sometimes a blanket, but regardless of what it is, I love it!)
Yesterday, I fulfilled my annual teacher’s door duty. The theme was “superheroes”. This is the final product…
Not my best.
And I much prefer the inside of the door…
Especially row 2, column 4.
I had no idea that I actually had to say, “Navy, take out your rubber band before washing your hair”.
I figured that the 1,653 times I have said it up until this night would have clued her in.
Pippi has a fascination with two things lately.
Both are represented in this picture … can you guess them?
#1 - She loves unbuttoning her clothes.
#2 - She loves sticking her tongue out.
(Another fascination that can’t be pictured — she loves the taunt “na na na na na na”. It’s done in her stinky sing-songy voice, and she occasionally ends it properly with “you can’t get me”.)
Why is it, that the second it’s time for family prayer, my kids fold their arms and lay down.
And once the prayer starts, the rolling around starts too.
I’m hoping they grow out of this, but I’m not totally convinced it’s anytime soon.
This kid!
I constantly tell him that if I cut him open, I would just find a bunch of lollipops in him, because he is SO SWEET!
Two stories from recent weeks show exactly what I mean:
Dash and I were driving Scout and Navy to school. I was telling them their daily hero story, about a time when I was little, and our family was staying at the BYU dorms. I thought I was a hot shot when getting out of our car late one night, and walked ahead of my family to our dorm. Unfortunately, every dorm looked the exact same, and I walked to the wrong one and got completely lost.
When I finished the story, the kids each tell me who the “hero” in the story was. And why that person was heroic.
As Scout and Navy were going through that, Dash was silent. And then in the sweetest and most concerned voice, Dash said, “Mom, I really wish I could have been there to help you find your way, so you weren’t scared.”
And then the entire hero story was turned on it’s ear, and Dash became the true hero!
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Navy and Dash were in the bath. Navy was being a stinker, and threw me the wrung-out wash cloth - which she knows she isn’t supposed to do. I went to catch it, but it went through my hands and fell to the floor. Dash immediately said, “Nice catch mom.” We all started laughing because I said, “Nice catch? I didn’t even catch it!” He smiled ear to ear and giggled at his mistake. Then, Navy tossed it again, and I caught it, but it fell out of my hand. Then dash said, “Mom! Nice Caaa……oops I mean, sorry you dropped it.”
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Lollipops for sure.
When I drop my kids off at school, I love to watch them walk in together.
I hope it is moments like these, where they are cementing their best friendships forever.
A few weeks ago (right after the tonsil removal nightmare, which included a LOT of whining!), my poor little Dash came in from outside crying about bonking his tooth. His whining had been off the charts for the few weeks previous, so I grouped this into that. I quickly gave him a little pat on the back, and told him he was tough. When he complained about a bloody lip, I told him it was minor. He wanted to be cuddled (which I did)…but how stinking far did he need to take this?!
You can imagine the guilt I felt when I discovered his dead tooth from that fall.
My poor little Dashy — with the ugly tooth, didn’t even get the sympathy he deserved.
Karma is real.
Because as a mom, it’s a bummer having a boy with the most darling smile — but inside that smile is a grey tooth staring right back at you!
What a difference a year makes.
It was only one year ago that an artist cut these out of my kids, and I can’t believe how young they look.
Navy grew out her bangs.
Scout’s hair is longer and shaggier.
Dash doesn’t look like a toddler anymore.
And Pippi got more hair.
I could cry, but then I think about every amazing memory we’ve made this year, and instead…I’ll be nostalgic!
Do you think it is safe to say that I have a little prankster on my hands, when she sticks her hand through the rubber part of the door, and watches as mothers come and rescue her? I, on the other hand, know Pippi all too well. I never rescued her — but watched as she did it over and over. It was actually comical. Just look at that devious look on her face. I bet the next time she does it, she will include screaming for dear life — you know…just to up that prank to the next level!
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