Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Weekly Wednesday Photo - September 17, 2014

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Someone got a training wheels bike and feels like a badass.














 photo DBC59D17-EF96-431B-864C-DAFA1BC636E0_zpsgkve2pca.jpg7 months, 1 week

Poppy has always had a piece of hair in the middle of her head that was a bit crazy. Since we're terrible parents and rarely gave her a bath for much of her early infancy, you couldn't really tell because the grease would keep it tame.

Well, the past few days, nothing is keeping this wild mane in check. I think we might have some real... challenges with this little red hen in hair world.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Daddy decor

A friend of mine texted me the other day and asked if it was OK to get Gracie something Elsa-related for her bedroom. "Or are you trying to keep her room a Frozen-free zone?"

I hesitated. I knew exactly what she was thinking. I've seen these Elsa and snowflake wall decals at Target and wanted to get them for her because I knew how much joy she'd get out of them, but didn't want to get them because the color scheme doesn't match her room at all, and I really don't want character decor in any of their rooms.

"No, it's fine," I wrote back. "She'll love it."

I'm not going to be able to control what she has in her room, decor-wise, for her whole childhood. So, I thought, maybe it's time to give up a little control.

When she opened it, she asked if we could put them up in her room right then. I encouraged her to continue opening her presents instead, and the next morning, she got them out again right away.

"Can we put these up now?" she asked.

McMister said he'd do it while I was in the shower.

When I came out of the shower, he and the two big girls were standing in the entryway.

The entryway to our house.

Looking at this.

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His response to the look on my face was, "I didn't do it! She did it. She wouldn't listen."

Monday, September 15, 2014

Four years ago

Four years ago today, Gracie was born.

Before that night, the world was a little less rambunctious, a little less rebellious, a little less hilarious, a little less outrageous, a little less sweet, and a lot less fun.

This girl changed my life. Any baby would have done it, yes, but this one, this baby took everything I ever imagined about motherhood and made it so much more. So much sleepier, so much funnier, so much messier. And lovelier. And raw.

Four years ago today, I became a mom, her mom, and I am so much better for it.

Last night as I tucked her into bed for the last time as a 3-year-old, I said, "When you wake up tomorrow, you'll be 4! What do you want to do as a 4-year-old?"

She thought quietly for a second before speaking. "I think I'm going to jump higher," she said.

Oh, my darling girl, you're going to soar.

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Sunday, September 14, 2014

Gracie's Frozen Fourth

We had Gracie's fourth birthday party yesterday. In years past, I've had to whittle hundreds of pictures down to a select few, that ended up being like 30. This year, I only took a select few and whittled them down to these.

Because every single picture looked like this:

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No one looking anywhere near me. Kiddo chaos everywhere.


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I despise goody bags. I think the whole idea is stupid, and the stuff you get in them even stupider. (Tell me how you really feel!) So I decided to get a favor that wouldn't involved the mom throwing away a bunch of tiny plastic crap and hiding a bunch of candy from their kids. These color-it-yourself Elsa puzzles were $1 each at Target. Sure, they'll get thrown away pretty darn quickly, but at least the kid will be busy for a minute or two first.

The sign is written by Gracie and says, "Thanks (heart) Gracie."

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I tried to buy a cake already made but couldn't get one that morning. I saw a tub of blue icing with blue and clear sprinkles and decided last minute to make our own (from a box). When I started to get the stuff out, McMister was at his wit's end with the girls and (to get a second away from them) offered to do it. When it came time to ice it later, he jumped at the chance. "Why?" I laughed. "Because I want to be able to say I made the whole thing!" Cake Boss.

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I had gotten these figurines at Target a few weeks ago to use on top of whatever cake we ended up getting. I took this closer up pic because the sprinkles were super cute. When I showed Gracie the frosting and sprinkles in the tub, I told her they were ice crystals. She didn't really react at all so I thought she didn't care. Then about an hour later, she grabbed it off the counter and asked, "Mommy, do you think these are really from snow and ice... Or do you think they're from Elsa's icy powers?"

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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Baby's first volcano trip

A few months before McMister was born, Mount St. Helen's erupted just an hour or so from where we live now. I don't know if people from other parts of the country know about it at all, but growing up here, at least, we learn all about it growing up, and everyone visits at some point or another.

The week before school started, when McMister surprised us (and himself) by taking Tuesday-Friday off, he took the big girls there that very first morning.

"I'm going to take the day off today," he said as he stepped out of the shower. "I think I might take the whole week."

"Uh, what?" I said turning around.

"I've been working way too much lately, and it's been detrimental to my health and our family," he said, shocking me to my core.

"OK," I said hesitantly, "are you going fishing?"

"Not today. I think I want to take the girls to Mount St. Helen's."

Gracie is super into volcanos, and we live right by one that actually erupted not that long ago. Our parents were adults and remember it vividly, and it's a relatively quick drive down the freeway to the visitor's center. So, even though they're 2 and 3 and most likely won't remember a single moment from this trip, it wasn't a completely ludicrous idea.

My mom had given them matching Frozen backpacks the night before, so he told them to get dressed and pack up their bags.

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Pink, purple, dresses, skirts, and princess backpacks. Daddy-daughter at the mountain!

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The ride home. Out cold with an opened, already-sucked-on sucker in one hand, granola bar (maybe just the wrapper) in the other, and chocolate on her face. Gracie is next to her checking out the 500 piece Mount St. Helen's puzzle McMister bought her at the museum. It's been sitting about 1/10th of the way done on the dining room table ever since.

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Poppy stayed home with me that morning and took a nap and looked at the trees.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Weekly Wednesday Photo - September 10, 2014

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Someone found my veil. Again.






















 photo IMG_4879_zpsca6f71b1.jpg2 years, 3 months

"I readin' ta Brit Brit."






















 photo 2B4D26E4-1070-437F-AEE9-79C79516D6D8_zpsi3j59ruw.jpg7 months, 0 weeks

I tried for months to get Poppy to take a paci, and she never did. I kept them around the house for a while hoping they'd somehow stick, but I finally just gave up trying.

The past couple days, she's been a very unhappy camper with her two bottom teeth like seconds away from busting through her gums. I thought I had tried everything to make her feel better, then found a stash of pacis I had hidden in the family room. (Clearly, I don't do much dusting.)

I put one in her mouth, and as you can see, it worked quite well for a bit!