Business in the front…party in the back.
This is not leftover ponytail hair. This is washed, brushed and dried hair. Now, you are beginning to see why her pigtails were so strategically placed, aren’t you?
Nudge The Nest & Pray They Fly
by Robin
Business in the front…party in the back.
This is not leftover ponytail hair. This is washed, brushed and dried hair. Now, you are beginning to see why her pigtails were so strategically placed, aren’t you?
by Robin
Here is Emma’s new hairdo, courtesy of her five-year-old sister, a pair of safety scissors and some strategically placed pigtails (and a trim from her Momma last night to even that mess up.) I’ll try to get some shots of it down so you can truly appreciate the mulletness later.
As much as I hate to admit it, (and I never, ever will in front of Aubrey!) I think Emma needed some bangs. I love it.
Don’t forget about The Blog Giveaway! Heather also has superhero necklaces for boys!
by Robin
After I had a virtual conniption fit when Emma spelled her name out in kitchen magnets, she took things one step further and spelled out, “I love you Momma, vewwy, vewwy much.”
She’s a freakin’ genius.
by Robin
by Robin
Not to be confused with my neice, Puddin’. That’s not really her name but her parents can’t decide what to call her (Marianna, Mary Wilkes or Wilkes) so we are all sticking with Puddin’ til they make up their minds.
At any rate, I am trying desperately to get my fitness on again. I put Sadie in the car to go to a spin class today and came back inside to get Emma, who was hiding in the laundry room, eating PUDDING out of the package. That’d be the powdered kind. And yes, that is a basket FULL of clean laundry COMPLETELY covered in pudding mix.
This still isn’t funny to me. Mostly because even though I knocked the pudding off of the clothes outside and swept, I still haven’t mopped the floor and wiped down the cabinets like I need to. So you just go ahead and laugh for me, OK? I’m going to wait until I’m a MeeMaw and Emma has a child just like her.
by Robin
I don’t want y’all to think Emma’s calmed down any. I’ve just been so busy getting settled in our new home and getting everyone settled into new schools and routines, that I’ve been too tired to document all of her antics.
Last night as I was really cooking for the first time in awhile, (Chicken Parm and homemade marinara with angel hair) Sadie was crying and Aubrey was in time out. I had just put the chicken in the pan to brown when Emma reached up and dumped an entire box of angel hair pasta into the floor.
I sent her to time out, and was trying to salvage the noodles before Sadie could sit on them, when Zeb came in the door followed by an elderly woman from a local church. She was sweet as pie and totally oblivious to the madness in my house. Literally, all three of my kids were SCREAMING and crying, my floor was covered with angel hair and this sweet, SWEET woman was telling me the service times for every activity at her church. And all I could think was, “My chicken’s going to burn.”
Today while Emma was supposed to be in my bed napping, she destroyed a brand new tube of Burt’s Bees, which I’m sure I’ll locate at the most inconvenient time possible. (No doubt I’ll stick my foot into a shoe and find it as I’m running out the door one day.)
So I climbed into the bed with Emma, to watch her while she fell asleep. Curly blond her and impossibly long eyelashes, and I couldn’t be upset with her. She was lying on her side looking out the window and said, “Momma, wook. Da fees ah waving at me. I will wave back at dem.” She raised her skinny little arm and waved at the limbs.
I looked out the window and saw the bare branches waving in the wind. “Mm-hm. They are.”
“Momma,” she said matter-of-factly as she snuggled close to me, “da fees hab hands just wike me.”
She closed her eyes and leaned her head against my arm. I swore to myself I would remember this moment when I inevitably find the mashed up contents of what was formerly my chapstick.
PS. Of course we ate the noodles. Did you really have to ask?
by Robin
My sister-wife, Lizzie, and I hung all my pictures in the new house today. (RELAX, I’m not a polygamist, but it is definitely the best way to describe our relationship.) I realized while hanging all my pictures that I didn’t have one single picture of Baby Sadie in my den. (I do have ONE in the house, but that sounds even more pathetic and sad.)
So tonight, while Hubs took Aubrey on a dinner date (to Taco Bell, and yes, I was jealous) I decided to upload and order some pictures so that Sadie could be fairly represented in our family photographs. It only took about ten minutes, before I realized why I haven’t had time to order any pictures in the last year…and it starts with an “E.”