Manic Monday

This was on day four of Life on the Outside. 

Prefect.

I love how a new baby brings everyone together and how we all just want to sit and enjoy each moment. 

Your Lovely Face: Week 32

Your Super Hero Face.

Manic Monday

George has taken it up himself to claim the recently vacant balance bike, even though he is too short to sit on the seat.

Paul Thomas you are amazing!

Friday Photo Favorites

So this is what is meant by Racoon Eyes.

In all fairness it is difficult to put mascara on in the dark with no mirror all while you are suppose to be sleeping.

Your Lovely Face: Week 31

Your Trying Not to Smile, Dimple Face.

Your Eyes, Your Eyes and Your Turtle Lips Face.

Your Beautiful Girl Full of Life and Spice and Love Face.

Your Strawberry Profile Face.

(Something about your profile, it just melts me.)

Your First Time Eating Strawberries Face.

Imagination

Is there anything so indicative of childhood as imagination? With fondness I can still recall my most beloved childhood game with my sister, "Cowboys and Princesses" because well, we live in Texas after all and our swingset was the perfect stagecoach. 

The other day the three oldest were playing and Mary Colette declared she could fly. The boys were not convinced which of course meant she must show them. 

Back and forth, back and forth she ran jumping or rather flying into the air. 

She knew she was flying and nothing the boys said could make it untrue, she flew.

(Both boys also went through this exact stage and somehow I missed the charm of it the first two times.)

A few days later, again, the three were playing and all being different characters to which Mary Colette declared that she was Mary Poppins. All agreed then she ran over to me and whispered concerningly, "I'm just pretending to be Mary Poppins, but I'm really Mary Colette. Don't tell the boys!" After all the imagination is powerful and mere adult might mistake the real Mary Poppins and one just pretending to be her.

"Mary Colette, how did you like confession?"

"Good...well not so good. There were a lot of people staring at me and laughing at me."

"They were laughing at you?!"

Hand on hips:

"Yes, they were laughing at me when I was pretending to be a rock."

Manic Monday

I didn't find this gem until a few weeks later.

(I was mowing the lawn and they were to be quiet so the littles could finish up their naps.)