Weekend Review

 I hope you are ready for a gazillion pictures of the best day of my oldest child's life to date.

 Swinging.

 Decorated tricycle for neighborhood parade.

Post parade popsicle and bubbles with her buddies.

 After the parade we hit up the country club for a carnival and cookout.

 Face-painting, popcorn and a sno-cone for dinner, bounce houses and a carousel?  What more could a girl want?

Little Deeds was not as impressed.

He napped for approximately 8 seconds, then had to go home with Morgan for his normal bedtime of 6:30-ish, while I partied with Miss Priss until way past her bedtime.  I tried to be responsible and get her home at a somewhat reasonable hour.  I should have just stayed for the fireworks though- she was so amped up that I despaired of ever getting her to sleep once we got home.

Saturday night we went to a friend's house on the lake for a casual cookout.  Some friends were going by boat with kiddos in tow.  We decided to get a babysitter and go kid-free.  I didn't want to raise Dell Harper's expectations of life too high, after all.  Boat ride with her buddies after a day of two parties?  A girl's gotta learn that not every day is the Fourth of July, right?

Monday, Monday

I have tried to stay away from any potty-training talk here on the blog, because no one wants to hear about that unless you are also dealing with it.  That was a rather convoluted sentence, but y'all know what I mean.  Anyhoo, I walked into Miss Priss sitting on her potty in our bathroom the other day, talking to herself.  Intrigued, I paused at the doorway and listened.

"Help me, Jesus.  I need poopy so I get TWO jelly beans.  Please, Jesus! Help me."

Yep.  My child was praying for a poop so she could up her jelly bean quota. Thatta girl. Glad to know all my Sunday Schooling is really sinking in.

She wore my dress to church yesterday.  That's me above at around 3.5 and Miss Priss at 2.5

Speaking of two and a half, it's really giving me a run for my money.  I was working away during nap time yesterday while a rare concurrent nap was happening.  I hear a small giggle and turn around to see DH with stuffed animals sticking out of her shirt, waving a flashlight around.  I tell her to march back to her room.  On the way, she decides to run at top speed, eluding capture, to "Show Baby Deeds my flashlight and tell him to wake up!".  This resulted in a flashlight dropped in/on Baby Deeds and said baby screaming his lungs out.  Meanwhile I was distracted by the sound of running water and the discovery that the little mischief maker had also turned on my bathtub. Law, she is going to send me to the loony bin.  She's mastered the  "I saw-ry, Mama.  Huggie!!"  whenever I'm ticked off at her.  It's losing its magic though, best get straightened up, little Missy.

I think it's time to get out the discipline books.  Have any of y'all heard of 1-2-3 Magic?  I've heard good things.  It's time to drop the hammer.  (especially after she ran off in Target the other night- gave me heart palpitations when I could not find her- story for another day).

Deedsie is still being PC (Prince Charming, per his grandmother), although the emergence of his first tooth is dampening his smiles a bit lately.  I should buy stock in infant Tylenol and gripe water, along with chew toys full of grand promises that he has no interest in whatsoever.

 Look at those baby thighs!  Are they not just delicious?

At least they love each other.  Contrary to his expression, Deeds was actually giggling here.  DO you like their "summertime fancy" attire?  I think we are all just lucky that I manage to get myself clothed some of these days!

Conversations with Dell Harper (Part 2)

So we were reading the Frozen book once again the other night, and I asked Miss Priss if she knew what a true love's kiss is- obviously, it has been mentioned frequently, as we read the book every single night.

DH:  (shrugs) "I dunno know, Mommy."

Me:  "Your true love is the person you get married to- like Daddy is my true love."

DH:  "Okay, Mommy."

Me:  "Who do you want to marry?  Jack?"

DH:  (giggling)  "Nooooooooo."

Me: "Charlie?"

DH: (still giggling) "Nooooooo."

This goes on for a while as I name every boy she knows.  I even scrape the bottom of the barrel and ask about Daddy or Deeds.  No's abound, until-

DH:  "I want to marry a ro-baa!"

Me: (confused)  "A robot?"

DH:  "Yes, Mommy! I marry robot!!! I your true love, me, Daa Happaar! I Mommy's true love!"

Obviously, she is a genius- she wants a live-in robot to pick up after her for her adult life, and tops this off with a super suck-up sweet comment to her current picker-upper.  The girl is destined to live a life of leisure at this rate.