Dash and The Pips are buds.
They play together, eat together, laugh together, and they sneak in while I am sleeping and steal my forbidden phone to watch nursery rhymes together.
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Every single morning, the one who wakes up first begs and begs to wake up the other.
I repeatedly say no, however most often — they wake the other up.
But they are smart enough to be discreet.
Like Dash will suddenly have the urge to brush his teeth next to the door where Pippi is sleeping.
Or Pippi will grab a noisy toy, and play up a storm, next to the closed door where Dash is sleeping.
It is frustrating and sweet all at the same time.
I love getting these life-sized drawings from Preschool.
I think I have kept all three of my kids.
I especially love that Dash is in his exact outfit he wore that day — and even with the single sock that is still covering his injured toe from a week ago.
Grandma invited Navy over to help her make dinner for all of us.
And when we arrived, there was an amazing spread of Salmon, rice, fruit and veggies.
And the bonus was when navy handed out a little treat that she got each of us!
It was a great night with great food!
I don’t think there are many things in life that are more fun than receiving a package in the mail.
And Dash doesn’t either!
Bella — you’re the best!
When Dash said her saw a snake on our dirt — he wasn’t kidding!
How sick is this.
Good thing our BBQ tongs were long enough to give me the courage to pick that thing up and chuck it 1/2 a mile away.
And then chuck those tongs into the trash.
How rad is it that my 1 year old is self-reliant enough to get herself a drink of water!
It sure beats me getting asked 18 times a day!
“Hills, the grass, flowers, a person, my house, the grass and the sun.”
One of my favorite things that comes from ABC Preschool is the verbatim descriptions I get on each kid’s artwork.
Navy has a bladder infection — poor thing because they are awful!
So I told her quick relief comes from a teeny tiny pill that has to be taken properly because the stain is the worst stain of all.
I know because Skilly ruined an entire outfit from this tiny pill.
So I undressed her, and told her exactly what to do.
Unfortunately, the toilet seat, tile floor, her underwear and even her skin are all stained bright yellow — even after intense cleaning.
I’m just crossing my fingers that some of the medicine actually went in her tummy instead of on her tummy.
I love Sundays.
I love that nobody is ringing our doorbell to hang out.
I love that we aren’t rushing.
I love that homework and activities are on hold for the day.
I love that everyone looks crisp and is clean.
I love that we hang out as a family.
I love them.
Here is a little peak into this Sunday…
Four wild kids trying to choose their own pose.
A leisurely lunch after church that Pippi is trying to mooch.
And UH OH!
A handsome little devil feeling the wrath of school germs that have gone awry in his little body.
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But even with sick kids, Sundays are the best.
Dash has been saying the funniest thing lately. Anytime he is surprised, or upset, or thinks something is funny, he exclaims, “What the???” It is really cute when he does it. And the best part, is that I just heard Scout say the very same thing. You’ve got to love a bigger brother who picks up a few cute things from the little guy.
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