Can’t be left out…

First off, I feel like I haven’t blogged in forever.  I’d like to thank my nasty cold for my lack of motivation.  I spent my free time becoming best friends with my tissue box and trying to teach my body how to breathe through my nose again.  It was a rip roarin’ good time. 

Anyway.

I have this little girl. She adores her older sister.  If Diva is involved with something and looking like she’s having fun, Munchkin just can’t bear it.   She worms her way in the middle and steals the show.

Take note:

Thanks to my friend Heather for capturing this priceless moment!  

Happy Monday

 

So it’s like 7:15 am and my eyes were still half open and my girls were getting dressed and I stumble to the computer and I check my Facebook (it’s like my morning coffee, and this morning it proved to be true!) And then I receive a couple messages:

“You won!!…..

“Carly you totally won…..

But that’s all I saw of the message because I hadn’t clicked on it yet and I was sooo confused.

But only for a second.

What did I win?

THIS. 

From HERE.

I want to kiss Kate and Sara but I could settle for a hug.  Too bad they live too far away.  (((((Virtual Hug!))))

We all scream

                       

    

For ice cream!

The hubby and the kids have started a tradition.  Ice cream picnics.  In the house.  On their blankets.  On the ground. 

It’s really funny and cute.  They get so excited.

Can I tell you how awesome my hubby is?  I know, so cheesy.  But you know what?  I don’t care.

He worked in Diva’s classroom today on his day off.  He then helped me entertain seven rascally little boys (Diva’s sunbeam class-yes ALL boys but her ).  He played soccer and whiffle ball with them.  This guy needs a son.

He is such a good Dad.  A fantastic Dad really.  And although it seems impossible, he’s an even better husband. 

What?!

 

I know what you’re thinking.  Yes I like to have Diva studiously pose in front of our scholarly/child-appropriate bookcase. 

Just kidding.

But really, when I did become old enough to have school pictures hanging on my fridge?  That doesn’t seem right.

At her school I opened up Diva’s pictures and exclaimed to a few other parents, “She looks like she’s 20 years old!” Then five minutes later a perplexed Diva tugged on my shirt, looked up at me asked, “Mommy am I really 20 years old in that picture?”

Sigh.  I don’t know if I’m cut out for this whole growing up thing my kids are doing.

Don’t judge

Aren’t those persimmons beauts?  Planning on making some persimmon bread in a few days.

I may have been listening to Christmas music whilst cleaning.

I may  have busted out some Christmas décor.  (Just a few things…PROMISE!)

And I may have purchased some Cadbury Christmas chocolates and eaten almost two whole bags in the past two days. By myself. 

But like I said.  Don’t judge.

A sense of style

 I never, ever get Diva dressed.  She picks out out her own clothes every day.  And I only protest if it’s too scandalous, too hot or too cold. 

I mean, it matches.  RIIIGHT?

Mermaidia

Just so you know, my mermaid drawing skills are seriously lacking in comparison to the husband’s.  Would you believe me if I told you he actually does google searches for a good mermaid drawing reference? 

And just so you know, if Daddy is in the vicinity the girls NEVER ask me to draw mermaids. Should I be offended? 

Here is a sample of his work.