One Step At A Time

I am plowing through my craft room. Trying to finish up projects that were started many moons ago. So far, I have finished 3 shirts for Squirt, two skirts for Thumbelina, a shirt for Thumbelina, and a bag for the Boy. Mind you, the only thing I made from scratch was the bag. All the other stuff were just refashions. You know, rompers that don't fit Squirt anymore become shirts; shirts that are too short for Thumbelina get extra length added. Recently we gave away all of our old boy clothes. But I went through them first and asked Thumbelina if she would wear any of the more neutral things. So from that, I have pink ruffles to add to a gray sweatshirt, and tan shorts that need the legs brought in and an applique added. And she is sooooo excited about it.


Anyway, since boy clothes are so much harder than girls, the Boy mostly gets bags. Here is a bag for his library books.

With a request for another bag to hold his scriptures---"but not with batman on the front because that's not appropriate for church."

Apparently some of the teaching is sinking in.

The Biggest Kid Of All

Hubby on his Father's Day present.

The Funniest Thing EVER!!!

TBall

I love how all the kids dogpile on the ball and ET just stands there.

It's just plain fun all around.

Brand New...Kind Of

Thumbelina outgrew the bike that Grandma and Grandpa gave her. So we did the old switcheroo. Thumbelina's bike would go to Munchkin, and ET's old Spiderman bike would go to Thumbelina. Sounds like a perfect idea, right?


WRONG!!!





The problem with this idea? Well, how could Thumblina possibly be expected to ride a boy bike? I mean, really! A bike with not a stitch of pink in sight. Unthinkable. She wouldn't even consider it.





So to avoid a long and drawn out pouting session every time anyone rode a bike, we bought a can of spray paint and went to town. Pink, Pink, PINK! (But a really bad spray paint job in which I didn't take anything apart--I just sprayed.)





Then, she needed a new chain for her bike. So since we needed to take the bike apart anyway, I talked my husband into sanding, repainting and a new seat for the bike. I told Thumbelina it would take at least a week since we were factoring in a vasectomy and the subsequent lying about.





But we are totally done now.

Now she LOVES it. She is super excited to ride it.

But now we have another problem...the other kids want their bikes painted too.

Mover, Shaker, Etc.

Squirt has taken this whole learning to walk thing to the next level. And she is just so darn proud of herself!

The BIG Snip

Hubby goes in tomorrow for the big snip...aka his vasectomy. Try explaining that to your children. I started with, "We are done having babies so Daddy is having a surgery that makes it so we don't have any more babies."

ET: But I want a brother.

(Ain't gonna happen.)

Thumbelina: Surgery? Like they're going to cut him?

(It ain't called the big snip for nothing!)

Munchkin: What's surgery?


Then, tonight, we had whispered conversations about where exactly they are going to cut him.

ET: Where are the tubes they are going to cut?

Me: On his boy parts.

Thumbelina: (whispered) on his butt or his pe*nis?

Me: Everyone has a butt so that's not a boy part.



Consider this your fair warning if my children come and play at your house.

Snip Snip

Squirt was born with hair. She is a year old now and will not leave any clips in her hair. It was getting long and in her eyes so on Sunday, I cut it. Then hubby gave her a bath and put her down for a nap. I cut more than an inch off the top.

When she got up from her nap, I almost cried! Her hair was sticking straight up--back to the mohawk! Luckily it flattened out quite a bit. She has long hair in her mohawk and right behind both ears. Now if we could just get the rest of her hair to grow a bit...