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A small bonfire, marshmallows from the surplus grocery store, and my camera…
As you can tell, I could easily have been entertained all evening!
This bouquet was brought to me in a the tight grasp of a chubby three year old fist. She has been anxiously awaiting spring, so that she can perform this very task.
I suppose this is a stretch for green week, but I just noticed that the majority of Kinsley’s current dinosaur family (who spends much time with us, these days) happened to be green. So ignore the pink, and embrace the green…
Aunt Hannah made this at her art class, and donated it to The Hippo, who has worn it ever since. What’s the world coming to when even the Hippos are wearing jewelry?
We all really love this hat. I think Aunt Anna made it with Mizzou colors in mind, but the girls saw the bumble bee potential right away.
Sophie’s hippo seems to have a burning desire to wear the hat, if Sophie is to be believed.
I have decided that hats are my favorite article of clothing for any baby. The rest can be optional, as long as there’s a great hat in the mix.
One of the unexpected little joys of having children, is the little surprise tableaus that we are liable to discover at any moment and in any place in our house.
The other day I had to remove three dinosaurs from the toilet lid so that I could use the bathroom. I was severely chastised and made to understand that “the mama and the papa dinosaur had been teaching the baby dinosaur to go potty”.
There are babies in various stages of dress laying about the house, apparently in the middle of various important activities. From where I sit, I see one with a book on a chair, a few cuddling with a hippo in the doll playpen, and one sitting in the baby swing with a bottle of juice.
Kinsley’s lamb and polar bear are sitting together in Papa’s recliner in quiet camaraderie.
Curious George is peering (rather ominously, I think) over the roof of the doll house.
There is a purple hippo riding the rocking horse upstairs, and another hippo wrapped in a blanket and riding a boat in the guest room.
Kinsley faithfully nurses her polar bear and her lamb whenever they get hungry.
Dinosaurs have recently taken up invading the doll house.
But, even with all this random insanity, one should not assume that there are certain laws don’t apply. They do. It’s just that I seem to always be out of the loop about which ones apply to which situations.
For example, I’ve learned animals do not go in the crib in the doll house. They can go in the playpen, however. And of course, one should never interfere with parental potty training sessions.
(photo credit – pasotraspaso)
A few evenings ago, we were all piled on the couch, Dan reading The Wind In The Willows aloud to us, and me knitting happily, when I heard a scurry of activity across the living room. I looked up in time to see a large-ish mouse slipping and skidding on our smooth laminate floor, and around the corner into the guest room (won’t that make you feel welcome at our home?). I shouted (the obvious)…
“A mouse!”
Dan got up to see if he could find any trace of the rodent, and then went about re-setting the traps. We thought we had won the war (in our house, anyway) against mice a while back, but alas, not so.
Kinsley followed along behind Dan rather dreamily, watching the traps being set, then wandered back into the living room.
“Mama, I wish that we had the kind of mouse that stood on it’s back legs and talked. Then I could call it Stuart Little, and you could like it.”
Want to guess what cook the girls and I are reading at nap times these days?
