Children at Play, Cheap Date and a Chicken Update

I love listening to my children interact with each other. 

Ballerina: Belly what number do you like the most?

Beloise: Green

Ballerina: That's not a number, do you like 3 or 4?

Beloise: 3 or 4

Ballerina: You like 3?

Beloise: Yes.

Ballerina: Okay.

Little Mommy.

This one likes to pull every book off of the shelf.

Spinning and saying I'm flying mom, I'm flying. And yes it was laundry day :).

Her wings? A butterfly headband from her first birthday.

Cheap Date Saturdays!

 Interesting story about this wine. On the night that my Beloved proposed, February 26, 2006, I had a glass of a delicious sparkling wine that I have been searching for ever since. We went to Fred Meyer last night and as is usually the case bought more then we came for and this wine somehow ;) made it's way into the cart. Popped it open today and, if my taste buds have a memory reaches six years back, I do believe this is the very type of wine I had that night. Moscato in case you were wondering.

The sun kept moving due to the large tree in our neighbors yard so we had to keep moving to stay in the heat.
We also added BBQ chips and pretzel m&m's to our chic fare. :) (Redneck . . . remember.)

Crazy, how fast these birds have grown. They have been upgraded to the dogs old kennel until my Beloved can make them a box outside. They have most of their feathers and yes, Ethel is still ornery.

 As you may have noticed we have been avoiding yard work. This week has been about spending time as a  family. Appreciating the blessings that God has given us and marveling at his amazing grace and love toward us. As for house work, if the house is clean the kids are asleep so . . . I don't take many pictures of that.

Guilty conscience much?

Perhaps.

Just A Run of the Mill Evening.

My children are slaying me today, I could sit here and update my Facebook status every ten minutes or I could write it into a blog post.

Currently my girls are running around the house in panties or a diaper with my short bathrobes on. Ballerina is yelling at the top of her lungs " We are disciples, we are disciples."

Next Ballerina comes to me with a cloth diaper asking if I can put it on her. When I ask her why she tells me that she is a baby disciple.

Now Ballerina is hopping around the floor with a bathrobe tie around her stomach tied in the back with a bow. Scouring the floor for treasure.

Soon they will be playing Kingdom of the Lord. Which consists of them running around with a scepter (tall shoe horn from ikea), Patchy the stick unicorn with a patch eye and hollering random gibberish because as Ballerina informed me the game is in Spanish.

Another gem from today is my Ballerina's version of Pumped Up Kicks, from Foster the People, this is a song they heard weekly at gymnastics for the one month that we did that.

"All the other kids with their pumped up kicks better run baby run, faster than my bonnet. All the other kids with their pumped up kicks better run baby run out run my bum."

I second that last line it is best to out run her bum!

Beloise is running around with a soggy bottom watching her diaper swing when she stops suddenly. I'm sure there is a science lesson their like objects in motion stay in motion or something like that. Perhaps the lesson is change the child's diaper.

On a separate note . . .

 check out all the feathers these gals are getting!

I can't handle the little developing tail feathers, they are too cute!

Beloise named her chicken finally. It's Chrysanthemum. And Ballerina, a girl after my own heart, extended her chickens name from Hazel to Hazel Bell Featherdy.

Olga loves to rest in the food dish, Ethel loves to stand in the water. They are strange creatures.

Beloise likes to stick her finger in the holes in the side of the box and wait for the chickens to peck her finger. She doesn't startle or anything just sits there and lets them peck at her. She's a strange creature as well.

I stuck my finger in the box to see if it hurt when they peck. Now you may not know this about me but I fear birds. Something about their sharp beaks and talons. I wait outside the exit of the lorikeet exhibit at the zoo. But this just felt like a little scratch. I guess I'm a strange creature too.

~And So That's What She Did

Happy 13th Birthday. . . Again

I apologize in advance for the blurry pictures I am not a huge fan of our camera at times.

Friday was a nice hot day and this is how my girls spent it. . .

 Saturday morning it was still looking great out as Daddy and Em surveyed the yard.
You would never guess that this man's brain is really scheming at this very moment. . .

 Sunday however brought quite a surprise for me. . .

 See a combination of surprise, terror, and confusion.
So here's the story.
A long time ago . . .
While the fire was burning low the Scout Master said Johnny tell us a story and this is the story he told. . .

No, that's not it that's a bad joke from my childhood. . . Speaking of my childhood. (this is the real story)

I wrote a book when I was in the 9th grade about. . . me (surprise a teenager thinking about herself). This book was unearthed recently and passed around my family.One of the chapters (yes I said chapters) was about my 13th birthday.

I thought about copying that chapter here but it is a little long and silly so here it is in a nutshell:

My birthday came.

Nothing happened.

I thought aaah perhaps they are planning a surprise party I will wait and act surprised.

Nothing happened.

I cried.

I still turned 13.

As this book was being passed around, the people who love me decided to fix this scar on my otherwise delightful childhood(can you say guilty conscience) and throw me a redo surprise 13th birthday party. . . in June. The date happened to be my half birthday and I am 26 13 years older than the first time I turned 13. Pretty nifty huh?!

Here are the lovely decorations my family put up while I was sitting in church trying to get my children to sleep. . . why is it that at their age I try to get them to sleep through church but as adults that sort of thing is frowned upon?

 My crafty sister made Cake-Pops. They were deliciously rich and I loved them.

 Jess, the hostess of my flashback, she brought games from when we were kids. . .

 Emy found them delightful.

 Mmmm Everyone eating up. We had hot dogs, complete with tofurkey dogs since I grew up vegetarian. Acutally we ate Big Franks but Dave didn't know that. Pasta salad and  watermelon. . . mmm Definetly not December dishes. I see an advantage to a summer birthday perhaps this will have to become my new birthday. . .

Aunt Chelsea playing with Eloise

 Party horn fights. . . "keep your arms down!!"

 Dad got a pretty good shot in. . . "I said keep your arms down!"

 I got nail polish and lip gloss! Perfect for 13.

 And a hand monogrammed hankie. Old school because I love it.

 Here is my I-am-going-to-read-this-wonderful-mushy-card-from-my-hubby-and-not-cry,-again,-in-front-of-everyone, face.

 The girls also LOVED the cake pops

Dave even painted my toenails. . . he truly lives up to the meaning of his name.
As a side note: please the next time someone takes a picture of me, let me know so I can avoid having facial expressions like this.

 And just when I thought the surprises were over. . .my Grandma and Grandpa showed up.

 They live up North and we don't see them too much but they happened to be passing through.

 A little board game action.

 What party would be complete if it didn't end with dancing. Emy wouldn't let Grandpa leave without dancing with her first. And since she was getting ready for bed . . . she's in her panties. . . hehehe

This picture isn't blurry they just move that fast ;)

I didn't know he had a peg leg?!

Yep Grandpa's still got the moves. . .

What a perfect way to turn 13 .. . again.

~And So That's What She Did.