7 Months

Sisters

Apparently, a girl is never too young to play dress up.

Please Indulge My Obsession

More Perfection

E was her usual beautiful self while her parents were gone.

It Got Better

Lest you think the day was full of tears, here's proof that J recovered.

Here We Go

J just realized both parents are gone.

Can't Help Myself

What am I going to do when my gracious SIL stops providing sweet babies for me to love on?

Hi

E is a rather serious baby, but quite beautiful nonetheless.

Baby E

Perfection

I'm probably violating copyright and possibly risking her parents' wrath (hope not!), but I wanted to share another picture of E, for those who aren't on FB.

Introducing Emma

Emmeline Elaine, our newest daughter, sister, granddaughter and niece.

Easter 2013

I'm Rich!

On the Trampoline

Happy Birthday, A!

Happy Birthday, L!

(he's four)

Generations

These photos are a year old, so one of the subjects doesn't look like this anymore!

My Three Pirates

Stay Off the Road!

You Get What You Pay For

I took the three oldest ARW children to the dollar store on Saturday. I didn't think we would ever get three year old L out of there. He kept wandering each aisle picking up and discarding things, and no matter what we suggested to him, he rejected it.

Seven year old A couldn't decide between a toy pony and an art kit to make a crown, but she ended up with a kite kit instead. I tried to point out she might like something that would last a bit longer, but my advice wasn't heeded.

So how long do you think a kite (actually two kites) from the dollar store lasts? That kite was the source of many tears and arguments (some violent) the rest of the day, as it broke right away and the second kite couldn't even be put together. Five year old J bought a bow and arrow he was quite pleased with, but not inclined to share. It was ugly! Eight month old J, however, was happy to chew on the cutlass that accompanied the bow and arrow set, so he benefited from the trip without even spending any money.

Back to L, he had a jump rope in his hands until he saw trading cards on the way to the check stand. I managed to get those out of his hands, and then IN the check stand aisle he saw batteries, and that was it. L insisted he needed batteries for his frog, and I knew we'd have an argument if I pushed it, so he bought four AA batteries and I bought the jump rope as a backup.

When we arrived home it turned out that L does indeed have a frog, Tad, who talks and sings and counts. Unfortunately, Tad requires AAA batteries, but Dad produced some without L knowing the difference. I gave L the jump rope since I have no need of a dollar jump rope, and he was happy (he broke the handles, with his teeth, a couple of hours later). Tad is still talking and singing and counting, as far as I know. His batteries are too well hidden for L to reach them, unless he learns how to remove a screw with his teeth.

A was not interested in learning the meaning of the title phrase, You Get What You Pay For, something that especially applies to kites.


ps - A later hung up each kite as a wall hanging, and she was fairly pleased with that, though I'm not sure it completely erased the earlier sting.