Gianna loves to talk and ask questions - lots of them.
I got this all in the span of a few minutes: how do you spell cinderella how do you spell cindy how do you spell regan what's regan's middle name how do you spell cody how do you spell daddy no, daddy's name how do you spell mommy what's regan's last name that's a funny name can i call her that what's cody's last name what's cody's middle name what's their dog's name what's his middle name what's his last name do they have a girl with glasses in their family what's her name what's her middle name that's a funny name what's cody's middle name that's a funny name where's Lola i want to talk to Lola are you done yet can you draw me a heart do you want to play this with me why do you have to fold laundry where's isabella what's another word for fall (whistling) what's another word for monkey what's another word for gorilla do you want to color with me (singing): here comes the bride crayonhere comes the bride crayon Photo by:D Sharon Pruitt
BOYS KEEP OUT hanging on the girls' bunk beds the other day. I've also heard them chanting: Girls rule, and boys don't! Gianna even came up with this winner: Girls pee in the toilet, and boys poop their pants.
Espy learned how to ride her bike the other day. I told The Husband to just let her go. He was hesitant. The oldest is a sensitive soul - I could understand his being cautious. She got it - first try. It was so amazing and exhilarating watching her. Who knew how proud a mom could get over her daughter riding a bike? Cheesy, I know. I think I might have been more excited than she was. I love my girls! Photo source
This song reminds me of Bill and our dating days. Love it. Love him.
When my heart is troubled and I am weighed down, Then I like to think of how this lonesome world would be If I could see your face, or hold you in my arms If you were mine, if you were mine.
If you had a bad dream I would jump inside it, And I would fight for you with all the strength that I could find. I would lead you home by your tiny hand If you were mine, if you were mine.
I would sing of love on the blackest night. I would sing of God, and how His goodness fills our loves. I would sing to you, til the morning light If you were mine, if you were mine. Fernando Ortega Photo by: D. Sharon Pruitt
Children do not accidentally become righteous leaders or emotionally healthy and productive adults - any more than seeds thrown randomly to the wind grow to be part of a thriving garden. .::. Someone needs to take responsibility for their nurture, protection, nourishment, intellectual development, manners, recreation, personal needs, and spiritual development. Someone needs to commit time and energy into staying close to them as they grow, encouraging and correcting and teaching. Sally Clarkson Agreed. Photo Source: D. Sharon Pruitt
Photo Source I think they're adorable. Go ahead lunch-packing mommies - put one in your little one's lunch box. Happy First Day of School to those of you who haven't started already! I can't believe I have a preschooler AND a first grader. Sigh.
I just had some of this for breakfast because I'm forever in love with these. Photo by: D. Sharon Pruitt Please wake up, go here, and make this blueberry snack cake. I had some with a glass of milk, but I would rather have had a cup of coffee, but I don't want our fourth daughter to be as hyper as our other three, but I think that's probably more genetic than caffeine related. I digress. Have a fantastic Saturday!
See the beautiful, comfy bed below? That was NOT our bed last night. Why? Because our older two girls (ages four and six) decided to regress to newborn status by getting up every hour or so. They tried to get in our bed. No. They tried sleeping together in the top bunk. No. It was a very. long. night. NOTE TO SELF: The Husband is not allowed to pick movie night movies for the girls without my approval. SECOND NOTE TO SELF: Don't be grumpy with the girls. This will be our lives in a few months with a for real newborn in the house! She is DEFINITELY allowed to get up whenever she wants.The four and six year old - not so much.
I made these for dinner the other night. The girls were not huge fans, but I'm definitely making them again. They'll learn to love them as much as me - I'm sure of it. Fast and delicious - my kind of meal. Photo by: Worapol Sittiphaet