I WANT TO CLEAN MY CAMERA CARD

I wanted to clean off my camera's card and found these pictures of the snow cave Mr. Right and the kids made last week.

Uh...and that's all I have to say.

WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOUR MOM BLOGS

Pixie, I said, dad is playing with The Pearl so I can finish my project.  This means you need to let me.

"Mom, I don't want to." 

Pixie, puh-lease go finish you're thank you card to Grandma.  I'd like to put it in the mail.

"So are you going to come in there with me then?"

No.  I am working on this and then it's bedtime.  Can you go work on it yourself?

"I just don't want to. "

She began climbing on me and my desk and the chair and collapsing all over everything and sighing, "Mommmmmmmm"

Pixie.  Please leave.  Go finish your project.  I am trying to finish mine.

"Not right now."

Can you PLEASE leave?

"I don't really want to."

So then I sang my requests like Babs to the lovely tune of Papa Can You Hear Me?

Pixie can you leave me?

Pixie can you leave me?

Pixie can you leave this room right no-ow?

"Uugggh."

Pixie won't you leave me?

Pixie won't you leave me?

Pixie won't you leave me all alo-one?

"Mom, I just want you come with meeeeeeeeee." 

(still singing) I am getting very, very, very, very, very, very ma-aaa-aaa-aaad.

She intoned her reply, "Meeeeeee toooooo, because you keep doooooooing thaaaaaat and you wooooon't come."

I looked at her and in a passive form of retaliation I opened up my blog and began to type her words.

She rolled her eyes with six year old gusto and said, "Oh nice mom, you're going to put that on your blog."

Yeee-up.

And she left.

THIS LIGHT OF MINE

She is reserved and introverted.

 

She doesn't respond to charmy charm.

 

She wants commitment.

 

And when she gets it . . .

BAM.

She shines her little light.

OOOOHHH THAT PIXIE

As you know The Pixie and The Pirate can not be alone together.  They can not even be chaperoned when  together.  They just shouldn't be together...what was my womb thinking?

Last night Mr. Right came and told me this true fairytale:

I (Mr. Right) put all the bugs to bed.

The End.

Oh, clap!  That was lovely wasn't it?

No, that wasn't really the end.  I was kidding.

It's just that if I stop the story right there it has such a beautiful, happy ending.

Yeah, well. . .

So Mr. Right put them all to bed, warned them all to stay there and then waited in the dark shadows for the inevitable.

Our daring and mischievous sprite, The Pixie, grabbed up all of her brothers bedding and quick as a spark, burst out of their room with a huge laugh, ran across the hall, dumped his pillows and blankets into the playroom than hussled her hiney back across the hall, popped herself in bed and pulled up her covers.

The Pirate was confused.

He stood at the threshold of their room and hesitated.  

Just think about it.

What should he do?

Well, I'll tell you what he did.

He timidly snuck across the hall, retrieved his bedding and began to quietly return when Mr. Right revealed himself and caught the boy redhanded and guilty.

"Ah-ha!!!"  Mr. Right triumphed, "You left your room!!"

The End

I know, I know, I know. . . I'm thinking EV-ER-Y-THING you are right now.

Everything.

PICTURES SHMICTURES

  

I was all, ooohh yeah, good lighting outside.  I can get some good pictures.

Then I went out there.  Got cold.  And came back in.

Now we are stuck with these weird-o's forever and ever and ever.

AND THEN SHE TURNED 9

What the...?

Yes, The Princess has now been living with us in mortality for nine years.

I only think this is strange because I'm so used to thinking of her as elementary.

Like six-ish.

But 9 isn't so six-ish anymore.

It's almost tween-ish.

So for her not so six-ish, almost tween-ish birthday she told me the theme was ART.

1. Invite friends over.
2. Let them be crazy with excitement.
3. Second guess the whole thing.
4. Do candy art.
5. Do window art.
6. Eat Chex Mix (which is artsy-fartsy because it's a "combination of things")
7. Do paper art.
8. Do ice-cream sundae art.
9. Eat all readily available sugar products.
10. Send the spazoids outside with flashlights to run around in the dark until their parents come get them.

 

You can click on the slideshow twice to view larger pictures.

TODAY IT GOT COLD

We took The Pearl for her first walk in snow (I love how attentive the older bugs were).

She was very determined.

 

When she tipped over her arms stopped her every time. . .

 . . . two inches from a face plant.

It scared her.

 So she was moved to the street.

THE END

MASSACARE

Death to all oranges.

Anyway, the table did need a little nice orange rubbed in.

3-D

Dee Dee gave us a Wii game for Christmas and The Pirate has been walking around with the special glasses that came with the game.

"Hello world!"  he declares when he puts them on, "You are now in 3-D!!"

AND NOW SHE'S WORRYING

There's this 6 year old wave upon the sand at our house named The Pixie.

She can't sit still for anything...I get motion sickness having her near me.

 

So for scripture reading, which is EVERY night and it has always been EVERY night we decided to try something new.

 

And it worked. 

The air wasn't rippling with her movement.

The couch wasn't bouncing underneath me as I tried to read.

The Pirate could actually concentrate.

And what's more, she actually paid attention.

Do you know what that means?

Has that EVER happened before?

Holy Bananas it was AWESOME. 

(Thus my overuse of CAPS.)

Anyway, when we were done I gasped, "Pixie!  Pixie darling, wonderful girl!  I loved having you at scripture reading tonight!!  You were ready to answer every single question with a really good answer!  You paid attention.  You were brilliant!  I LOVE you in that thing!"

She smiled politely and we all looked at her with glowing smiles.

That's when she sputtered, "Uhhhhh....arrrre...youuuuuu...gonna let me get unbuckled?"

IN THE SCRUBBIT LAND

In the scrubbit land of clean my three oldest bugs grumble every Saturday morning.

FLOOR DAY (mwah ha ha ha)

Recently I devised a tricky way to make it easier for them.

First I set upon them the youngest bug of all.

 

She who makes all simple things complicated and time consuming. 

Screams and frustration abound.

"MOM!! Come get her!!"

"MOM!!  She is in my bowl."

"MOM!!  She is drinking from my bowl."

Then I pick her up and wait.

After  a moment this is what I hear,

"This is soo much easier without The Pearl."

"This is soo much quicker without The Pearl."

"Mom, don't let her do that again."

I carry her up the stairs leaving the minions below and I laugh once more,  Mwah ha ha ha ha.

CHRISTMAS EVENING

If these are pictures of Christmas Evening you might be led to think the bugs were still in their PJ's from the night before.  Therefore wearing them for 24 hours straight.



Well you'd be wrong.

They wore them for 23 hours straight.

Boo-yahh!!

We were at church for 1 hour in the middle of all that.

And then Mr. Right made dinner.  Except it occurs to me that the picture below, of Mr. Right and Grandma, is actually of Mr. Right making breakfast and it should have been posted with Christmas MORNING. 

It must have slipped by the posting police.

Or maybe it was because I was posting with crazy naked kids running amuck.

That'll do it do ya'.

Christmas Morning...

Christmas Evening...