Bucket List

A friend of mine challenged her facebook friends to make a "Summer Bucket List" so the girls and I got busy writing out all the fun things we want to do this summer. I introduced the idea to them on the way home from the LAST DAY OF SCHOOL and started giving them ideas of things we could put on our list- like "wear pjs all day long, eat ice cream for breakfast, go on a puddle walk..."

BigM pipes up, "HEY! I know! We can get our teeth cleaned!"

Only the dentist's kid, right?

Jorts

School is winding down, so I'm lamenting the end of the stories that come home in BigM's bookbag. Today's masterpiece:

"I have shorts in my dresser. I have gien shorts. They have butterflies on it. Do you have inny shorts?"

No, sweets, I don't have inny gien shorts. But now I might get a pair.

Parrotting

Over the last few days, I've heard my kids repeat some of my most used phrases.

Like during snack, I heard LM tell BigM, "We don't argue in this house."

And Saturday afternoon, BigM and I were deep cleaning their room and she started complaining about how she didn't like the (ADORABLE) polka-dot sheets on her bed. I told her what I normally say when she gives me attitude about something, "When you're a grown up and you have your own house, you can pick your own {insert whatever she's arguing with me about: food choices, clothing choices... and in this case, sheet sets.} But until then, DM and I are going to have the final say." So far, this has worked to pacify them in most cases.

So later that night when they were getting into bed, LM decides to chime in, "I don't like this pillow case, I want the other one." BigM pipes right up, "You know, LM, when you're a grown up, you can have whatever pillow case you want in your house."

LM grins and declares, "Yeah. When I grow up, I'm going to get the pillow cases I want in MY castle."

Always a princess, aren't we, dear?

Half a year

I absolutely cannot believe MM is six months old. In fact, she's six month and five days old. We're halfway to her first birthday. I could cry.

Here are her stats:

Weight: 15 lbs 6 oz (30%)
Height: 26.5" (75%)
Head: 17.25" (80%)

Her tricks include clapping, eating and not sleeping. She gave up the whole crawling bit, instead she pushes herself up into downward facing dog, faceplants 3 seconds later and scoots where ever she wants to go. Next thing I know, we'll be packing up her bedroom for college. Slow down, lil lady!

Accomplishments

We had some major accomplishments in this house today.

#1. MM started crawling. It's not pretty, but with a little practice, she'll be creating disasters just like her big sisters everywhere she goes.

#2. BigM pitched a mini fit right before Ballet class and begged to quit, so we had a little talk with the teacher, resolved our issues and observed some more advanced dancers en pointe (on pointe, I don't know, I took gymnastics classes as a child), so she's been {doing some fancy dance move}-ing across our floors since she got home with a new love for ballet. She also worked really hard at school today on







#3. LM informed me just a minute ago: "I can really stretch my face out like this."

Fantastic progress, ladies. Keep up your hard work.

Itsy Bitsy

BigM writes some of the most interesting stories at school. I opened her bookbag and found this one today:

"A littel boy tuchet a poisanis spider and it killd him. His mom was looking fer him. He was no ware to be found. His father helpt look fer him. They misst him."

Big, Bigger, Biggest

I just took all three mice to the grocery store, something I only do if we're in dire straights and NEED food. (Usually my pantry is pretty well stocked, so I can make do for a few days. We were about two days past making do.)

I put MM in her carrier in the basket, and LM usually sits in the child seat and BigM walks (when I am brave and or stupid enough to take all of them at the same time.) However, I absolutely love that our (one) local grocery store recently got the double carts, with TWO child seats in the front. Usually this is a disaster waiting to happen if both the bigger ones sit together, but they were both being remarkably kind to each other so I decided to let BigM get in the cart when she asked. Yes, I know she's 48" tall. I tried to explain it to her. She didn't care.

So as we make our way straight to the produce department, I make my expectations absolutely, undeniably clear: (and remember, I have a thick southern accent.)

"Girls, I'm only gonna say this once. If either one of you starts bein' ugly, you're gonna have to get out of the cart and walk. Do you understand me?"

BigM nods solemnly, and LM shouts at the top of her lungs, "Maaaahhh-mmmaaaa... BigM has to get out and walk- she IS big 'n' ugly."

Perhaps I should work on my dialect.