Friday, July 4, 2014

Extraordinary! (That's fancy for special.)

We have girls.  Girls like to be girly if you allow.  Usually we confine the girlishness inside our home walls...except for our "Fancy Nancy Days."  These days are far and few between, in fact only three have been partaken in.  This time we added a new Fancy to the group.  Hope got to join in and learn all about fancy dressing, fancy talking, and fancy acting....just like in the books (which we had been reading up on prior to this day.) 
Drum roll please........
"TA-DA!  My napkin matches my dress!" 
The girls have no holding back and get to wear whatever they choose from all the fanciest items they have.  This year, Emma is beginning to coordinate and get a little more sophisticated with her fanciness.  Hope...she was all over the place!  Changing her mind a million times before we left.  Tiara, no flower...purse, no wand...princess shoes, no sparkly shoes.....oh MY!
A fancy lunch at Serenity Tea House in Zionsville.  And a lovely walk alongside the brick street...I just love my poised girl and my skipping gal.  xoxo  And of course, we didn't turn annny heads.  oh-la-la!
After our walk, we ventured (that's a fancy word for go) to the Flying Cupcake in Carmel for a scrumptious (that's a fancy word for good) dessert.
And what would top off this fancy day?  None other than a tea party with some of our finest friends.  Popcorn, grapes, and cherries served with tea (water) and sugar cubes (mini marshmallows).
(I must say, Emma sets a royal tea party for her and her guests....Hope, wellllll, she's more like the bartender for the group.)
And there you have it.  Fancy Nancy Day 2014.  When I asked the girls their favorite part of the day there were two different answers - surprise!  Emma, my darling Emma, loved "getting dressed up."  Hope, without a second to spare, replied, "CUPCAKES."

One more picture before we put this day in memory mode (and go back to our grass stained toes and ponytails!)  Five years in the making for this one....

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Giving...with an added photobomb.

Children With Hair Loss is an organization in Michigan that helps children in need of wigs for any of life's tragedies that cause hair loss.  Sweet Emma has been growing her hair for the past year to support such a cause.  She searched online and reviewed many different organization for hair donation, and finally picked this one.  After measuring the minimum of 8", yesterday was the day to make the cut.
She's a giver.  Learning that giving isn't just a monetary act, but instead giving is an act of many services.  This girl is a gem.  And I am blessed to have this beautiful-short-new-do-heart-the-size-of-Texas-girl to call my daughter.
***much to say about the photobomb daughter (pictured above) as well, but we'll save that for another day.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Summer break isn't a break if your name is Grandma.

Just after seeing the Mary Poppins show, the two girls headed home with their Grandma for some slumber party - cookie eating - craft making - game playing - summer fun.  After three days with both girls, Hope left Grandma's home so Emma could have some of that 100% attention....ya know the kind of attention Hope can get during the school year.  So another three days Emma got to enjoy the time at "camp Grandmas."

After picking Emma up on a Wednesday, she rested for a couple days and was ready to head to the other Grandma's house.  Suitcases get barely unpacked until they reload.  Emma and Hope were back on the road heading south this time and meeting their cousins.

Summer is made for "camp Grandmas."  And my kids are taking full advantage of it.  From Montpelier to Bedford, the stories they have are carving some precious memories for them to always have.  Staying up late playing My Father Owns a Grocery Store to throwing candy at the Judah Festival, I am so thankful my girls have these memories!

Tuesday, July 1, 2014


Tickets to the Indianapolis Beef and Boards were in order for Grandma's late birthday present.  An afternoon out with of them with a flying umbrella.

The seats were good, the food was scrumptious, and most of the company enjoyed the show (one blond bombshell fell asleep.)  Grandma made sure we came home with a soundtrack to all the Broadway songs, so into the evening we had our own show right in the living room!  And just the other evening, while standing on one foot and holding an open umbrella, Hope asked, "do I look like Mary Poppins?"  (sorry no picture, ha!)

Toad-aly entertained.

Third evening in a row to find a grumpy, ugly toad nesting in the mulch behind the AC unit.  "Mom, mom!  Get a shovel, put 'em in a bucket!  Hurry, hurry!"  Then out in the grass the poor fella is dumped, only to be petted, poked, admired, squealed at and eventually set to freedom.  Girls and Emma, you can't keep him in your room as a pet.


For those of you tapped into the social media world, the word "selfie" has made it mark.  While spell check still doesn't recognize it, I have heard that it officially made its way into Webster's dictionary as an official word.  Personally, I think selfies are a bit creepy, and self-centered (that could be derived from the root word "self").  However, when your three year old request one, how can ya resist?  So without any more delay, introducing our selfies.....

Thursday, June 26, 2014

We don't do video games...

..we do this...
...and this.
Then we end up like this.
So we are a little weird.
But we sure have fun.


So this happened.  And it was fun.  Happy graduation Laura May....we will miss one of our favorite babysitters!

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Remember to ask why before answering.

Driving down the road a few days ago, as we sat in the turn lane, Emma asked from the back seat, "Mom, what happens if you don't turn the turn signal on?"

My answer was simple.  Well, semi-simple. It started off with a brief explanation of how it's a traffic law and not turning it on would be a violation.  Then it went on with how a police officer could pull me over for that.  "What would happen?"  Well, he could give me a warning...or a ticket.  "That's it?"  Well, a ticket cost money, and after so many traffic tickets I could lose my license.  Then it would be hard to drive you around to all your activities.  We had a good, what seemed to be forever, conversation about how getting traffic tickets worked and their repercussions. 
Emma, intensely listening, made me to believe I was succeeding in this monumental parenting moment of teaching the youngins'.

Until she politely proceeded after my explanation, "Oh.  I just thought the car wouldn't be able to turn."

Speaks for itself.