OF ALL THE CUTE THINGS SHE COULD WEAR

DON'T BE FOOLED BY THAT FACE

Not a week goes by that we aren't reminded that The Pixie has a unique personality.  And how much trouble The Pirate can be when he is with her.

Driving home from school they filled the car with potty words.  Probably to show off to the sucker of a kid that was with them for a "playdate".  His eyes were like saucers, shocked at the filth coming from my his mild mannered school chums.

Finally Mr. Right had enough, "Pirate!" he said.  "You and I are going to have a chat in your room as soon as we get home."

The Pirate, "Uh...is it good news or bad news?"

"BAD news!"

The Pixie, "Dun-dun-dun."

SPRING BREAK 4, & 5 . . . 4 THE OTHER 3

Last post I had to devote a whole slide show to The Pearl, because . . .uhm. . . because I'm the mom OK?

Oh, wait that doesn't hold water here?

Hhmmm...

Moving ooooonward.

Here's the rest of the crew on Day 4 & 5 of Spring Break.

Click the image to see the slideshow.

SPRING BREAK DAY 3, 4, 5

Spring Break Day 3 I woke up and realized I was living with a bunch of yetties so the clippers were pulled out.

The Pirate spent 10 whole minutes screaming, "I hate the buzzer.  I HATE the buzzer.  Use the scissors!"

The Princess lost about 7 inches.  I tried to make it as traumatic as possible by showing her the longest strips, but she was unphased.

The Pixie got to go to my be-a-u-timus friend Marie, who is a hair stylist. Yes...The Pixie neeeeeeds a stylist to manage those short, thin locks of hers.

Marie is so nice The Pixie just wants to be adopted by her.

Spring Break Day 4 & 5 we met with my sister up in Sequim.

Huh...Sequim on holiday? 

Yee-ah-ah.

Let me list the ways we had fun:

State park with bike trail.

State park with beach combing.

Hotel with indoor heated pool.

Hotel with yummier than oatmeal breakfast buffet.

Fort Warden with awesome exploration opportunities.

Like I said, yee-ah-ah.  

Most of us liked the indoor pool, and the sun that burned a few of the paler folk.

The Princess, however, liked the non-oatmeal breakfast.

Whatever floats your boat honey.

click image for more of The Pearl's vacation.

SPRING BREAK DAY 1 & 2

Spring Break day 1 we went to Tacoma and played Laser Tag.

Spring Break day 2 we went to Seattle and just played.

A CASE OF WANNAGROWUPITIS

She REALLY wants to be a big kid on that trampoline.

PRETTY PRETTY PEARL

Mr. Right said, "The Pixie and her friend came chattering into the room with their arms full of white fabric and swarmed around The Pearl saying, 'Let's dress her up!' "  Then there was a lot of arms and legs and grunting and bundle rolling and they suddenly ran off, leaving this in their place.

SKIPPING

School called at 8:45am and said, "School is cancelled, there is a gas leak."

Kids said, "YEAHHHH!!"

School called at 9:25am and said, "School is back in, gas leak was fixed."

Kids said, "BOOOOOO!!"

The Queen said, "I declare no school."

Kids said, "Are you allowed to do that?"

The Princess said, "Mom that is breaking the rules!"

The Pirate said, "I'm not sure about this."

The Pixie said,  "OK."

EASTER WEEKEND, SATURDAY

Saturday we had our Easter shin-dig with the eggs and the hunting and the chocolate.

Afterwards Mr. Right let us crowd around him with a blanket on the porch swing.  To keep them from wiggling he started up a fine game of I-Spy.

The Pixie said, "I'll start!  I'll start!"

OK

She looked around at our Washington landscape.  The trees, the bushes, the trees, the grass, the trees.

"I...Spy...something...Green!"

The Princess groaned, "Pixie!  It could be anything!  It could be the grass!"

Mr. Right:  Pixie, it could be trees or. . . just look around...

The Pixie:  The Princess wins!  It was grass.

Huh?

When it was The Pirate's turn he choose something gold and brown under the tree.

Mr. Right asked:  What is it?

The Pirate:  I don't know.  It's just gold and brown under that tree.

Mr. Right:  If you can't identify it then I don't WANT to know what is gold and brown under the tree.  Why don't you pick something else.

The Pirate:  OK I spy something brown...

The Pixie:  OK My turn.

The Pirate looked at her so I took charge, I spy something red.

The Pirate:  Red?  There is nothing red around here at all!

We looked at him sitting there, in his red shirt.

Mr. Right:  Pirate?  What color is your shirt?

The Pirate looked down and did a double take.  "I'm wearing red today?"

 

Which reminds me of the time we went to Dairy Queen as a fam.

I told the kids they could order any ice-cream treat they wanted.

The Pixie choose the hot--fudge sundae with waffle bowl.

The Princess choose the hot-fudge sundae with waffle bowl.

The Queen choose an Oreo Blizzard.

The Pirate choose the Peanut Buster Parfait.

We sat at the booth and watched The Pearl wander around.

Mr. Right brought everyone their treat.

The Pirate looked at his Peanut Buster Parfait.

He said, "Wait.  Is this mine?  Why are their peanuts on it?"

OK, to his credit, he thought it said, Peanut Butter Parfait

And yes, The Queen graciously traded.

RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF HER FOREHEAD

Over the last few weeks something happened.

She's grew soft, wavy curls!!

And I really wanted to capture it for you.

Then I remembered, it is very hard to get a clear picture of her.

I ran across the room and start focusing and she was already running toward me.

We played chase like 20 times.

I was out of breath and this was all I have to show for it.

When I did finally stop to catch my breath, this is what happened.

So yeah, I don't get a lot of pictures taken around here lately.

THE PIRATES LITTLE PEARL

 

The Pirate getting "hugs" from The Pearl.

She LOOOOOOVES The Pirate.

Sorta like I LOOOOOOVE her cheeks.

I suspect he is her favorite.

(I'm not sayin' if I have a fave' or not.  

I'm just not sayin'.

Out loud that is.

But I might mutter it occasionally when crossed with severe whining.)

Anywho...

If The Pirate cries she posts herself by his side until he is smiling.

Not that he ever cries, just, ya' know, IF'n he cried. 

And IF'n he's in the room she gravitates to him like stains to The Pixie's shirt.

And he's taught her to wrestle.  

Which she sometimes does by herself. . .

on the floor. . .

at church. . .

which makes her look odd.

A little bundle of odd.

And he just knows HOW to play with her.  Like, it's not about him, it's about the 1 year old. . .

which is cute.

He's always willing to play with her.

Except for when he's playing Where's My Water. . . 

and she wants to see his score. . .

and maybe even help him with it.

Then he's all, "MOOOOOOOOmmmm."

And I'm all, "Oh, let me grab my camera."