I know it seems forever (again) since I’ve written anything here! We’re sort of having a ‘vacation’ in our own home. We’ve had just over two wonderful weeks of different family visiting, and spent such sweet times together! In the process we’ve discovered many great things to do in our own hometown – we’ve been enjoying horseback riding, swimming, a kids’ horse museum, shooting, cooking and eating, playing tennis, and all manner of other fun things! I have so many photos to post, but I have to warn you all I might eventually look at switching over to google blogger or something else, as apparently shutterfly is not wanting me to post my pictures on the blog. We’ll see – as I get it figured out, there will be plenty of pictures – I’m only a few hundred behind now! But today I had to try and preserve some funny memories by posting a couple more stories from my little ones. I’m sure they won’t do justice to the actual funniness involved, but it’s worth a try! (as always, I type the words as best I remember them!)
Hannah was wearing a *new* dress which a friend passed onto us. It is the sort that buttons up and has many pockets – front and back pockets like jeans, as well as two pockets on the bodice. My girls tend to enjoy pockets, so as I was telling Hannah how pretty she looked, I asked her if she had seen all of her pockets. She eagerly let me show her each one, and had to put her little hands in them as we found them. A pocket here for your right hand, one here for your left. Then a pocket in the back for this hand, and one for that hand. As we finished the lower pockets she put her hand into one of the bodice pockets, and a look of wonder crossed her face. Pulling her hand out with a giddy smile, as if she’d found some secret treasure, she excitedly showed me a dried, orange noodle and said, "look mommy, there’s a macaroni in my pocket!" "Oh," I said, "we’d better throw that away, since it’s old and hard and yucky." At that, she looked at me with the deer-in-the-headlights look, and sheepishly said, "Oh, heh, heh, I already ate it."
The other night we had let all of the older girls skip their nap to go swimming and play tennis (or whatever variation of tennis my three little ones managed to create!) with mommy and Grandma Karen. In the evening they were pretty exhausted, so they all went to bed when baby Alyssa did, leaving Miss Juliette to stay up late with us. After a good forty minutes, we put her to bed also – all of her big sisters were completely out! Sometimes little "Jooey" can be a stinker in bed, so we weren’t overly surprised when we heard her little talkings and whisperings. I went in and told her to lay quietly and go to sleep. A bit later I heard Hannah mumbling something in a stressed voice, and crying, apparently in her sleep. I opened the door to investigate, and saw little miss Juli turn and run at full speed from Hannah’s bed back to her own. I went in to, ahem, rebuke her, for not being in her bed when I noticed a tiny object in her hand which explained the whole scenario. She had managed to find a bobby-pin in or around her bed. I suppose in her little mental gymnastics she remembered that Hannah had been wearing "Victorian twists" in her hair that day, secured by bobby pins. Apparently she felt the need to replace Hannah’s bobby pin while she was peacefully sleeping, so she toddled over and began her work on Hannah’s hair. I must have walked in just in time to save Hannah from being mercilessly stabbed by a two year old with a bobby pin! And of course, with the combination of Juli’s little body flying across the room to her own bed, and figuring all of this out, I was trying so hard not to laugh that I’m pretty sure I didn’t discipline her very effectively. After telling her in no uncertain terms to stay in bed and go to sleep, she indignantly grabbed her blanket, grabbed her horsey, and grabbed her book, all the while pinning me with a rather perturbed look which I’m pretty sure meant: "how dare you interrupt me from styling Hannah’s hair?!"