Famous last words.
I have found a new obsession- felt & crochet play food for the girls. I love these felt items
and these crochet ones.
The Garage Sale. Adi decided to have a garage sale today. I had to convince her to only do a pretend one in our backyard, but she is still planning on having a real one someday soon.
This is what happens when Mom lets the two big sisters dress the baby.
And that was our day :)
Beautiful day, isn't it? Warm, but overcast... couldn't ask for more from the weather, can you?
OP is working overtime today, so I had to find a way to entertain these crazy chillens of mine. What was my grand idea? Park hopping. We've gone to three different parks so far (it is now naptime/ quiet time, we'll see if we go to more after), and it has gone suprisingly well. I did sneak in a visit to the book store and the fabric store, yeah me!
Porter perfected the art of going down the slides by himself, Adi ran from equipment to equipment like a monkey on speed, and Pipes was my little butterfly, doing whatever she felt like.
When I snuck to the fabric store, South Jordan was having their Harvest Days Festival. The girlies got their faces painted, but Porter was ready for a nap, so he chose to just scream (helpful, huh?).
I even took the kiddies over to my old elementary school to play. I sat on the swings and pondered why they still had gravel in an elementary's playground (I also had memories of falling on said gravel when I was 6 and getting pebbles in my knee, which my grandpa kindly offered to get out with his pocket knife)...
*please forgive my lack of pedicure... I am a mother of three, afterall!
I let the girlies dress themselves today- frankly, I get tired of the arguing over outfits!
We had Taco Bell at the park for lunch and Porter got to experience dipping his food for the first time... he leads such a sheltered life!
And my favorite picture of the day....
I think that this one is wall-worthy!
The blessed day has finally come. Porter is now old enough for nursery.
On Sunday morning, while I was rushing to get the fam ready for 9 am church, I was imagining how nice Relief Society would be without having to try to contain my lil' monster. I could picture just how relaxing it was going to be.
Then we go to church and OP and I put him in the nursery room. He got a little anxious when he saw us walk out, so I stayed in there for five minutes and showed him all of the cool toys.
Then I snuck out.
And he didn't miss me.
I stayed and watched through the little window for ten whole minutes, but he just kept on playing as though this wasn't the heart-wrenching-first-moment-of-seperation that it was.
I continued to check on him throughtout Relief Society and Sunday School, but he didn't once cry.
And you know what? I was a little bored during those "peaceful" moments.
But don't you tell anyone that I said that!
OK, so I'm not one for exploring. Everyone who knows me, knows that. I mean, I didn't even like the kids walking around in the tall grass (as pictured above)- that's where tics live, you know.
We went back to Daybreak today and instead of going to one of the parks, we had lunch at one of their "trail" areas. The kids liked the climbing and the running through tall, bug-infested growth and I had a ball snapping pictures. Unfortunately, my camera lens was dirty from a certain little somebody sticking his finger in the lens (Porter), so only a few shots turned out:
I am finding many differences in raising girls versus raising a boy.
Girls are emotional. I can deal with that. Dancing is a favorite past time as well as sassing. Watching singing movies always calms them. They like sparkly things, pink things, and heavy, heavy make-up. I get it.
But boys... what can I say about boys? Porter likes to smash things, not because he is upset, but just to watch it crumble. He loves making people scream. He likes his boots that have a velcro strap and he likes buckles (they can entertain him for an hour). No TV, unless Daddy is watching the fishing channel or UFC. Seriously. Puppies rock and flies enthrall him. Plugging anything that fits into the light socket is always a good idea, as is climbing onto anything and everything that could possibly topple over and bang up his head.
He also enjoys biting Piper. Just Piper, no one else but her. And he doesn't do it because he's mad- I could understand it if that was the reason. He smiles and thinks that they are playing, meanwhile Piper is literally covered in bite marks (she is currently sporting 4 such scars).
And he still doesn't talk.
By this age, Adi and Piper could practically talk in full sentances (I have the footage to prove it). But Porter is happy with the following simple sounds: Ow, Oh, No (usually he just shakes his head, though), Lolo (animals), Da, Nana (when something doesn't go his way he calls for my mom), Nae Nae (Adi) and, my favorite, WHOA. He seems to have forgotten how to say Mom.
Here is a sample of my little creature in his natural habitat:
Strange, huh? He is just lucky that he has those adorable dimples or I probably would have pulled all of my hair out in frustration by now ;)
My girls new favorite thing to do is have Mom get on youtube and find music videos to watch. It is my own fault.
Anyway, we came across this gem... Piper and Adi almost died. Two of their favorite people singing together- and Taylor Swift is a sparkly dress? It was almost too much for them to bare! Lindy, you gotta let Rylee watch this!
I don't know about all you other mommies out their, but bedtime is far from restful around here. It starts after dinner: the kids go upstairs, brush their teeth, then bathe (and the bathroom usually ends up under four inches of water). Then we read scriptures, Articles of Faith, prayers, read stories, sing songs, and then the girls usually want me to tell them a story that I made up on the spur-of-the-moment.
It's a lot for a person who knows that there is a mountain of laundry waiting in the other room to be folded.
After Porter gets put to bed, OP and I let the girls have "Quiet Time" where they get to quietly play in their room until eight o'clock when it is lights out time. Quiet time is usually not quiet. It is usually me warning the girls that if they yell or fight again it will be lights out immediately. Then they keep running into our room telling us some story or tattling.... exhausting!
Now you can understand how much I appreciated it when I went to check on the too-quiet girls and saw this:
It was lovely!
Yep, my baby girl started pre-school on Wednesday! I wasn't going to put her in it, but se feels so left out since Adi gets to go to school and have a bunch of adventures and she gets stuck at home with mom. Piper loves it!
She only goes once a week, though, and we rotate who teaches- so I teach the six 3 and 4 year olds every six weeks. That should be an adventure :) Any ideas for wat I should do for "F stands for Firefighter"? I could use the help.
On another note, I finally taught my first lesson at Activity Days. I taught about emergeny preparedness, so I had the girls act out different situations and had them figure out what to do in them. Then Adi and Piper faked injuries and the girls had to "fix" them. It actually went pretty smoothly, considering there were nine 8 year olds there and my girls.
Here's what I made for the girls to keep in their backpacks:
(plus some bandages, of course)
The best part, though, was when the 8 year olds started complaining how hard it is to memorize the Articles of Faith. So my girlies put them to shame by reciting the first eight. I was so proud!
I've been a busy mom lately, but I'm trying to post more!
Happy Birthday dear Whitney, Happy Birthday to you!
Porter is a champion at ignoring people. Especially me.
Here is a little clip of Porter at his best:
Such a stinker.
I am warning you now- if you don't sometimes find little girls crying funny, don't watch this. However, if you can find the comedy in such a situation, please feel free to watch the show:
Let me set you up before you watch: Adi was having a bad day. There was a lot of whining (mostly because I wouldn't let her play with her friends). I was too preoccupied in my own matters (putting off making an apron for a shower gift that was tonight) to take the time I should have to make her feel better. I was at my wit's end when Adi kept coming inside after I insisted they stay out while I made lunch. She was crying and complaining so I told her that she was more than welcome to stay upstairs until the food was done.
I could still hear her crying from her room. Finally, I stopped what I was doing and went up to be with her. This is what I heard:
Okay, so the sobbing pulls on the heartstrings, but it is so funny! She was singing "I Miss You" by Miley Cyrus while she looked at our family picture.
The girl is just a bit dramatic.
I did feel a little guilty though.
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