Naps and Selfies

Sometimes I know she has played hard because she naps like this.

And when I get to grandma's house at 4:30 to pick her up she is still snoring.

So I let her sleep, because who really wants to wake up a princess?

Hayes and I just take a lot of selfies while we wait for princess to awaken.

He makes silly faces because he likes to look at himself in the camera.

I just laugh a lot and try to make myself look attractive.

Age 31.

I have forehead wrinkles and 75 chins.

That's attractive, right?

Shopping with Papa

On Fridays Hayes goes to school.

Libby J stays with Papa Jack and they go to the grocery store.

She likes to shop, especially with Papa.

He lets her pick out TWO things that she can buy for herself and take home.

Naturally she chooses chocolate donuts and cheetos.

Duh.

I mean, that's culinary genius for you.

I predict that this will be on the list of ingredients on the show Chopped one day.

Libby J would rock that show because her meals consist of odd combinations of lovely things.

Like... cheetos (keytohs, as she says) and chocolate donuts.

And an extra sassy dose of that 'look' so she can glare at you while she eats.

Nekkkid...

Me:  Hayes, you need to get dressed.

Hayes:  I don't want toooooooooooo.

Me:  Hayes, please pick up your clothes and put them on your body.

Hayes:  I can't dooooooooo it Mommy.

Me:  Why are you sitting on the sofa naked?

Hayes:  My clothes are just too hard today.  

Driveway time

Sometimes when we don't have anything to do we stay in our jammies all day long.

Nothing illustrates that better than driveway art at dusk.

I mean, why would I create MORE dirty laundry?

I'm just doing my part to reduce my water usage and detergent waste.

Conserve energy, water, etc.... less laundry.

Yes?

Please tell me I'm not the only one...

Also, you'll notice that Libby's toes are painted pink.

You'll also notice that she has a hair bow.

I spent a whole year trying to get her to wear a hairbow or headband.

She always snatched it out and then laughed at me.

Now, she will hardly let us leave home without one!

What gives kid?

I've learned that she does things in her own time.

Like potty training, apparently she knows how and when to go potty.

She just doesn't want to do that when I ask her to.

Fine.

Sit in your diaper.

I'll send you to college in those things.

But at some point you're going to have to buy your own.

They play so sweetly sometimes.

And then their relational bipolar disorder sets in and she tries to bite him.

Such love.

She calls it lip ick. I call it disaster

I am not really sure where she got this 'need for cosmetics' genetics from...

It is not me.

I blame Grandma Anette and all the glitter.

She comes home at least once a week with something sparkly.

She's quite proud of it!

Occasionally I don't notice the disaster until it is too late.

Today was one of those too late days.

She was covered in shimmery gloss that was more similar to tar in texture.

I had to wipe her about 60 times to get it off her skin, face, and hair.

I spent about that long cleaning the carseat and the window.

But she surely looks pleased, so I can't complain too much.

Princess soup

Apparently it is no longer necessary to heat the soup.

Or use a bowl.

So she just rolls with cold soup and the can.

We are stellar parents.

Working at the car wash...

Sometime last month, before the cold started to creep in, we washed cars outside.

Well, Daryk washed cars.

I took pictures.

The kids 'washed' and Daryk rinsed a lot behind them.