I've been promising pictures for a while, so buckle up, because here they are!
Be prepared for a lot of random stories.
To explain these first few pictures:
For the past few weeks there had been too much yelling (from The Momma) and too many consequences (doled out to The Littles)(generally involving toys and their un-picked-up state), so I decided we needed to have a fun day. No pressure and much indulgence of the imagination. Thus the Imaginary Friends Birthday Party was born.
Here The Eldest is enjoying a cream-cheese frosted raisin applesauce cupcake. She is a wizard princess, and her imaginary friend's name is Clarabell.
Miss Bubbly the Cowboy Princess is enjoying a drink of pink milk (made with a generic Kool-Aid knockoff--it was too sweet but the kids loved it anyway)--having just told us what Sally, her imaginary friend, had to say about the party.
Hats, wearing one of The Momma's necklaces, perfume, and costumes were mandatory.
Here's the setup--the girls helped me arrange the flowers in various containers and I even dug out one of my wedding presents to arrange the food on. Notice the tablecloth. I never use my tablecloth. This was DEFINITELY a special occasion.
A closeup shot of the goods: pink milk in one of the kids' teacups, the aforementioned applesauce cupcakes, lime wafer rolled cookies, and pumpkin cookies with chocolate chips. YUM!
I totally ruined their dinner. But The Eldest and Miss Bubbly (and Clarabell and Sally) declared the party a success, so overall, it was a win.
As I was uploading pictures from the camera onto the new laptop, it pulled up quite a few blasts from the past, many pictures that I thought I'd erased years ago, including this one. Anyway, here's my crew wearing swimming diapers and a too-small BYU knit cap. Adorable, aren't they? This would probably be in the early summer of 2006.
A few days ago, The Hub was giving me some alone time by watching the girls while I read in the other room for a while. He realized that he'd sent Miss Bubbly to get dressed and she was
a) taking too long
b) being too quiet.
So with a little investigation, this is the small personage he ended up sending to my room. I had a very good laugh.
One of my breakfast specialties is chocolate chocolate chip scones. I don't make them often--no more than once every 10 days or so--and I tend to end up with unusually ornamented offspring.
Here we have the chocolate vampire:
And if you've seen The Dark Knight, you might recognize this chocolate imitation of The Joker:
And last, but never least, here is our Miss Bubbly, being pouty. Pay attention to her choice of seating.
Yep. She's sulking in a Barbie horse carriage. And yes, the wheels managed to stay on.
So there you have it. We've been busy this week, making the house more homey--we now have curtains!!--and getting organized and being social. We haven't gotten callings in our new ward yet, though I officially have one visiting teachee. And we've joined the ward choir--that'll be interesting come performance time. Can you trust a five-year-old to keep a three-year-old contained in a pew for eight minutes while both parents are on the stand, singing?
I don't know either.
I'm off now to enjoy my peach soda and my slice of a giant chocolate chip cookie with nuts. Good night, and Good Eats!
Be prepared for a lot of random stories.
To explain these first few pictures:
For the past few weeks there had been too much yelling (from The Momma) and too many consequences (doled out to The Littles)(generally involving toys and their un-picked-up state), so I decided we needed to have a fun day. No pressure and much indulgence of the imagination. Thus the Imaginary Friends Birthday Party was born.
Here The Eldest is enjoying a cream-cheese frosted raisin applesauce cupcake. She is a wizard princess, and her imaginary friend's name is Clarabell.
Miss Bubbly the Cowboy Princess is enjoying a drink of pink milk (made with a generic Kool-Aid knockoff--it was too sweet but the kids loved it anyway)--having just told us what Sally, her imaginary friend, had to say about the party.
Hats, wearing one of The Momma's necklaces, perfume, and costumes were mandatory.
Here's the setup--the girls helped me arrange the flowers in various containers and I even dug out one of my wedding presents to arrange the food on. Notice the tablecloth. I never use my tablecloth. This was DEFINITELY a special occasion.
A closeup shot of the goods: pink milk in one of the kids' teacups, the aforementioned applesauce cupcakes, lime wafer rolled cookies, and pumpkin cookies with chocolate chips. YUM!
I totally ruined their dinner. But The Eldest and Miss Bubbly (and Clarabell and Sally) declared the party a success, so overall, it was a win.
As I was uploading pictures from the camera onto the new laptop, it pulled up quite a few blasts from the past, many pictures that I thought I'd erased years ago, including this one. Anyway, here's my crew wearing swimming diapers and a too-small BYU knit cap. Adorable, aren't they? This would probably be in the early summer of 2006.
A few days ago, The Hub was giving me some alone time by watching the girls while I read in the other room for a while. He realized that he'd sent Miss Bubbly to get dressed and she was
a) taking too long
b) being too quiet.
So with a little investigation, this is the small personage he ended up sending to my room. I had a very good laugh.
One of my breakfast specialties is chocolate chocolate chip scones. I don't make them often--no more than once every 10 days or so--and I tend to end up with unusually ornamented offspring.
Here we have the chocolate vampire:
And if you've seen The Dark Knight, you might recognize this chocolate imitation of The Joker:
And last, but never least, here is our Miss Bubbly, being pouty. Pay attention to her choice of seating.
Yep. She's sulking in a Barbie horse carriage. And yes, the wheels managed to stay on.
So there you have it. We've been busy this week, making the house more homey--we now have curtains!!--and getting organized and being social. We haven't gotten callings in our new ward yet, though I officially have one visiting teachee. And we've joined the ward choir--that'll be interesting come performance time. Can you trust a five-year-old to keep a three-year-old contained in a pew for eight minutes while both parents are on the stand, singing?
I don't know either.
I'm off now to enjoy my peach soda and my slice of a giant chocolate chip cookie with nuts. Good night, and Good Eats!
9 comments:
It was worth the wait! A tea party for imaginary friends??? Major parent points to you!
I love the imaginary friends birthday party idea! I might have to steal that. :)
I loved hearing about the tea party, especially the girls' imaginary friends' names. I 'm glad you're getting settled in your new place!
Lovely tea party idea! And I love the stickers-on-belly pic! LOL
I just ran across a cute toy idea that your girls might like (and because you sew):
http://uklassinus.blogspot.com/2008/08/fabric-dollhouse-tutorial.html
Sara, you are an evil, evil woman. That looks so cute! And I have the supplies on hand! And I have ironing to do, and bathrooms to clean, and a million other sewing projects on my list, but now I'm gonna have to see about making that.
Thanks for the compliments, friends! I'm probably going to have to repeat myself--the girls keep telling me that Clarabell and Sally are having another birthday tomorrow.
I love the birthday party. Awesome. It seems you are doing better than I am at adapting to your new surroundings--or just have a better attitude? Nice job.
Cami--I'm not sure it's a better attitude. Just more practice. We lived in our Tempe apartment for nearly three years. That's the longest we've lived ANYWHERE. That's the longest *I've* lived anywhere. And we were in our Tempe ward for four years--another record.
Look for an email from me later.
I love the Barbie carriage. Too perfect. And I can't believe how mommy-rific you are with the tea party. That is something I would never have patience for, and thus don't do. My kids will grow up to hate me.
You absolutely get props for creativity and humor, Karie! These seem to be the critical ingredients for turning a house of yelling and general grumpiness into one of playful joy. Yay for you!
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