Fire the Hole

The girls are playing down in the basement.  I heard one of them pushing the buttons on their fire truck and then A Girl shouted, "Fire in the hole".  Where do they learn these things?

Last night Auntie A came over to watch the kids.  She had some funny conversations with the kids.  They're fascinated about their new cousin-to-be so many amusing conversations revolved around that.  See below for a picture K Girl drew a picture for Auntie A of the four kids spending time with her and Uncle D (and the new baby, of course).

She also wanted to give Auntie A stickers for the baby.  Auntie A explained that it's still a long time until the baby will be born.  O Boy pipes up, "Well, you could eat the stickers so the baby could have them right now."  Auntie A decided to just accept the stickers and not field additional - and perhaps more delicate - questions on that topic. 

In the meantime, Little K has been telling us that her new baby doll came from her tummy.  Last night she informed Auntie A that her baby doll is named "Baby Jesus".  Ahh...the danger of giving your child a doll for Christmas.

A Girl got a doll too.  She has named her doll "Annika G".
I said, "Oh, it's good that your doll has a different last name." 
A Girl, "No, she has the same last name.  But I'm Annika E. and she's Annika G. so that you can tell us apart."

Savoring the Moment

I made the girls some brunch (because lunch is served at 10:30 am for my PM Kindergartener) and had the following conversation with Kiersten:

K: Thanks Mom!
H: Thanks for what?
K: Thanks for everything you do.

Warms a mother's heart.

Unfiltered

A friend and I were chatting this morning and somehow we ended up discussing the fact that I have no filters. It's so true.  And I think I've gotten worse since I've become a stay-at-home-mom.  I no longer recall how to properly function in normal, adult mode. So we joked that I'm "unfiltered" and I thought that could have been a good alternate name for this blog.  "Unfiltered"...maybe we could even work a little photo-related tagline...let's see..."Unfiltered...except for the UV one on my lens."  Hmm...better work on that.  Perhaps someday I'll actually learn to edit my writing and stop with the stream of consciousness posts.  But then I don't think we could call this blog "Unfiltered" anymore. 

In the meantime, back to my mommy duties.  The kitchen counters are atrocious and there's scads of laundry to be done.  Plus I need to comb my little girl's hair before driving her to school.

Holiday Photos

My lack of activity on here is a symptom of my increase of activity in real life.  One fun thing is that I've taken holiday photos for several of my friends.  I don't want to share them now because I want to let them unveil them on their own.  But after the holidays maybe I can share a few of my favorite shots from these various sessions.

Meanwhile, holiday photos of my own family have been a disaster.  It's very frustrating.  I know the shot I want to get, but it's very hard to take it and be in it at the same time.  *sigh*

Pretty One

Today the girls were describing themselves at breakfast.  A Girl said, "I'm the silly one."  Little K said she was the cute one and K Girl piped up, "I'm the pretty one."  I nearly choked on my tea. What have I done these girls?!  I wanted to make sure they had healthy self esteems.  Oh...they have healthy self esteems alright. They're downright arrogant, in fact.  I'm trying to back pedal but I think the damage is done.  Anyway, I said, "you're all pretty girls".  So then K Girl wanted to know "what" she was?!  I said, "You're the sweet one".  Of course I added the caveat that they're all sweet but I told K Girl she was especially sweet.  The girls then wanted to know what O Boy was.  I thought about it and said, "He's the obedient one".

But back to the pretty one...she may not be the only pretty one but she definitely IS a pretty one...of course I might be biased.

Yum

A friend sent this edible arrangement after my lithotripsy next week.  Chocolate dipped apples...delicious.

Made with Love

Made with ♥ by Annika, Kiersten and Kardynn