girl's camp lessons

stick whittling starts uncool but is catching

12-18 year olds have way more energy than 25 year olds

girls can be just as messing...and stinky...as boys

sometimes you just have to put your feet up on a stump

the green valley ward young women are A.MAZE.ING!!!!!!!!

p.s. last lesson learned: if you try to drive home after 10 hours of sleep over 3 nights you might play bumper cars with another car...yep, i did that (no picture included...no one was hurt...except my pride)

girls' room before and after

The girls' room is finally done!!

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There are two very lucky, happy girls at our house :)

Abby's first lie

This was Abby's first out right lie.

I was somewhat disappointed but mostly I just found this hilarious.

Me: Abby, who ate the chocolate bar?

Abby: Hannah did it. She took it down stairs and ate it all.

Me: "If Hannah ate it, why are you the one with brown stuff all around your mouth and chocolate on your breathe?

Abby: Hannah made me eat it. I didn't want to, but she made me!

Since that was an inconceivable answer, even Abby knew she was cooked and quickly confessed.

I don't think I need to worry about her becoming a poker player or a politician. :)

Dresses

I think easter is my favorite holiday

Here's to pretty girls in pretty dresses

an unexpected consequence

When I procrastinated preparing a talk for church until the last minute, I knew there could be consequences, but I did not expect this...

...it's toilet bowl cleaner with bleach... Hannah thought it was more appropriate for couch cushions. I was too distracted with my talk and noticed her interest in the cleaner too late.

It's a good thing these cushion covers are reversible, or I might only have one living child at this point. (It's also a good thing she fed the bleach to the couch and not herself, or I really would only have 1 child!)

Side note: I am starting the first day of potty training this bleach-loving renegade today...

...here's hoping!!!

the budding of hope

If people who grow plants well are known as green thumbs, I've always considered myself a black thumb. I seem to curse any plant I try to care for. I love tulips so last fall I slaved away picking at rock hard dirt to plant some bulbs. I can't tell you how thrilled I was when I saw these beauties popping out of the ground!

I actually grew something! This has given me hope and I am now trying to grow indoor ferns and cooking spices....here's hoping!

(any tips on tulip care would be much appreciated...so I don't kill them...they're way too young to die)

all things fancy

Last night we payed homage to Abby's greatest idol: Fancy Nancy

If Nancy were a real person, she would be Abby

I've tried to "un-girlie" her, but it just won't take, so last night we embraced it!

First we made a very fancy poster advertising the events to come

Here's a shot of our instructor decked out in her finest...

...she'd dress like this 24/7 if I let her.

Next came instructions on all things fancy

(plain vs. fancy)

(the appropriate use of accessories)

(the proper way to ascend and descend a staircase)

(Dad was best at this)

(tinkies up!)

Abby then dressed us up...aren't we posh

(that's a fancy word for fancy)

Now that we were properly attired, we tried out our new found fancy skills at the very exclusive restaurante: Freddy's Steakburgers and Custard

Sunglasses must be worn inside so our fans do not recognize us

Tinkies up!

And of course it wouldn't be a Fancy Nancy night without ending it with parfaits.

Au Revoir!