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The Napping House

My house today around 6pm. 

   

My Princesses

  

Geography Lesson

 

Annabelle's Shopping List

 

Annabelle just came in with a shopping list she had made me. She said:

"Mom, can you buy some bread and milk and apples and fruit and candy and candy and candy and candy and candy and candy and candy and some more candy? Is that okay, momma?"

Chicken Big's Creative Reading

She can't read yet, but that doesn't stop her from trying!

The Great Swimsuit Project (Chicken Little)

When my kids were born, I read about this idea in a magazine. Every year, for their birthday, take a photo of your kids in the same swimsuit. It's fun to see how much they've grown. I usually get around to taking the photo about 3 weeks late. Anyway, here's Chicken Little's photos from her 1st and 2nd birthday... (She turned 2 on February 28th)

 
 
 Amazing, isn't it???

Stuck Like Glue

Chicken Little has been stuck on my lap all morning. I feel like she's superglued here. I've tried putting her down, but I can't stand the tears. I'm pretty tough - I can let my kids cry at night when they don't want to go to sleep, I can refuse them snacks when they haven't eaten dinner, but these crocodile tears are killing me. 

Meanwhile, I'm feeling very claustrophobic. Must be the pregnancy hormones kicking in - one more person touches me today and I think I'll SCREAM!

 

Playdough Fun

Nothing better than playdough.... and I found that you can buy a box of 12 mini-colors for about 50 cents. That's good, cause my attempts at making it were... interesting. 

 
 
 

Lunch

Sharing a lunch before we pick a friend up from the airport.

You know you shop at Ikea too much when...

...your 3 year old daughter (who can't read) asks you where you got your tablecloth. After you tell her that your sister sent it to you from her recent trip to Europe, your daughter replies, quite convincingly, "No, mom. The tag says 'Ikea'."

...you're reminding your daughter about the Bible story you read last night... about the wee little man named.... and your daughter interrupts with "Ikea! Ikea! Ikea was a wee little man, a wee little man was he!"

Hmmm... maybe I need to slow down my Ikea shopping a bit? Nah!