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They Learn Young

Anyone with a toddler knows that shopping of any kind becomes a headache quickly. Your delightful two year old goes from simply chattering to asking for every. single. thing. I suffered through it for years with my first five kiddos. Now I am nearly incapable of running errands with my youngest two or three in tow. I don’t buy them stuff on a whim, so I’m still unsure where the “I want all the things” comes in. Maybe it’s just toddlers and that’s that.

Hubby and I had to make a quick stop into Walmart the other day. Okay, that’s ridiculous. There’s no such thing as “quick” and “Walmart,” just as there’s no such thing as spending less than $500 at Costco when all you need is honey. Anyway, Walmart. We decided to take the youngest 3 in with us instead of leaving them in the car (yes with AC on, calm down). We figured since usually it’s just me running around, surely two of us can handle them. Nightmare. I did try to warn him but he didn’t believe me. Oh well.

After being asked every second for things like dental floss and pink plates to candy and clothes and shoes, coloring books and toys (we got lost trying to find our items)… we were both ready to scream.

But the last part of all shopping experiences is the worst, hands down: checkout in the evil product placement aisle.

The youngest, my beautiful, busy 3 year old, gasped and shrieked, “A TROLL!! A PINK troll!!! PLEASE?!”

At this point, hubby had enough and issued a firm “No!”

She sat in the cart quietly for about 4 seconds.

“I’m sorry. I love you so much. Can I hug you?” She asked.

Ugh, he’s such a sucker. He fell for that hook line and sinker. He hugged her happily and told her how much he loved her too.

“Can I have a dollar?” she asked sweetly. And do you know what happened next? He gave her the dollar!

We turned out of the checkout and I began scolding him for giving in to her after we told her no for the last 30 minutes. But I was cut off by said 3 year old…

“Can we go back and buy the pink troll with my dollar?”

I WIN!


A Story in Pictures

sisters youngOnce upon a time, there were five sisters.

5 girlsAs time went on, the sisters grew up to be beautiful young women.

Many men sought their hand in marriage… but that’s getting off subject.

5The youngest of the five grew to be quite lovely and glamorous…

While the older sister… well, umm, she had a bunch of kids.  Like seven, at last count.

1But she longed to be glamorous and beautiful too,

so she grabbed back her baby and tried to take a pretty picture…

But she was sadly out of practice and it was all quite awkward.

4Her attempts were uncomfortable… even for her baby.

3It just got worse…

2And WORSE.

wineI wish I could say the story had a happy ending and a

beautiful picture was finally captured, but alas, that was not the case.

But there was wine.  THE END!


Pink Nails and Pirate Masks

What are little boys made of? Snakes and snails and puppy dog tails.

David pirate eye

And what are little girls made of? Sugar and spice and everything nice.

Alexandra and Yana

I had the pleasure of having my sister and her three kids visit for a few days this week.  They live on the other side of the world, so it’s always very special to see them.  The girls had fun playing dress ups and spraying “fairy dust” (perfumed body glitter) all about the house.  Meanwhile, the boys drove trucks around, built with their Legos and drew dinosaurs.  As for me?  I had fun painting all the girls’ nails 🙂

nails


Sugar and Spice vs. The Puppy Dog Tails

My 5 and 3-year old were up before everyone else, as usual.  They happily bounced about the house with their Christmas presents as I sat playing on my iPad and Grandma made breakfast.  My 5-year old received an adorable put-together-yourself-in-a-variety-of-ways mansion for about 10 accompanying small, rubber farm animals.  She was having fun arranging the houses and the animals.

Meanwhile, the 3-year old ran around with his big brother’s Captain America, being as loud as possible.

“Grandma, look!” my daughter squealed happily, after completing the first construction.  Grandma obligingly went to see her creation.

“I love it!” she said.  A few minutes passed and reconfigurations were made to the animal fortresses.

“Grandma, now look!” Again, she  went and looked  and told her it was beautiful and amazing.  This happened a few more times, and each time, Grandma looked and praised with the same enthusiasm.

All this time, the 3-year old had been running back and forth, seemingly unaware of anything else around him.

Then suddenly, “Grandma, LOOK!!!”  he yelled.  And being the good grandma that she is, she went to her grandson.

“Look, Grandma.  I have blood!”  And he showed her a tiny speck on his finger, of which he was quite proud.


Turning Five

A few days ago, the only little girl in the house turned five.  Apparently, turning five is a major milestone!

Grandpa called early in the morning to wish her a happy birthday.

“How do you feel now that you are five?” he asked.

“Good,” she replied.

“Do you feel any different?  Has anything changed?”

“Well,” she began, “I can make my own waffles!”

“Oh wow!” She was pleased with his reaction and I guess felt the need to take it up a notch.

“Yep!  And I can make my own cakes and bread and doughnuts!  And I won’t whine anymore or say things with a bad attitude (she imitated a bad attitude ‘I’m sorry’).”

“Wow!”  Again, he was impressed, and she beamed.

Later in the day, I asked the birthday girl to watch her baby brother in his play room for a few minutes while I finished getting dressed.  Her reply?

“Sure, I can do that!  That’s not a big deal at all for a five year old.”

What great ambitions she has!  Now if I could only bottle them up!

barbie-happy-birthday-barbie-princess-doll

 

 


Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice

My 4-year old loves to do schoolwork.  The other day she decided to spice up her writing practice.  She chose pink paper, naturally, and added some pizzaz to her letters.  The result: