The Next Food Network Star

So Daddy has been out of town at a "Math Conference". (yeah, I know, sounds thrilling doesn't it?) Anyway, I have been doing my best to keep the girls entertained while he's been gone. Yesterday we painted. Always an adventure in our house. Big Sister could paint without a smock and never get one drop on anything but her canvas. Little Sister on the other hand...

We also have a routine for our weekends that got changed up a little. Daddy and I have a deal. I get to sleep in on Saturdays and he gets to sleep in on Sundays. We both used to lie there at 6:15am when the girls got up wishing the other would get up and deal with them. We'd get irritated with each other and the girls and would both end up getting up and starting off the mornings wrong. Now, we each have our day to sleep in so when we do get up, we're expecting it and have better attitudes. Daddy started taking the girls to the Waffle House on Saturday mornings in their pajamas and robes. They're regulars now but since Daddy wasn't here, Mama decided to take them. It was raining like crazy, but it was fun. We shared the All Star Special. They ate the waffle and bacon and I ate the eggs, hash browns and toast. The ladies that work there were happy to see them.

We just now finished eating a light lunch while watching the Food Network. Big Sister started describing how to make her lunch and asked me if we could make a video. So here she is...The Next Food Network Star!

What a great recipe! Especially with the additional seasoning from the floor. Anyway, we are missing Daddy and praying he has a safe trip home.

This morning Big Sister didn't like what I picked out for her to wear to school. I was too tired to fight (she woke me up at 4:00am this morning) so I told her, "Just go pick something out and put it on then." Here's what she picked.

She didn't do too bad except I let her know I thought she might be a little cold. She assured me that she could wear her coat all day. Whatever. I did add the bow and I had to draw the line when she said she wanted to wear flip-flops. But I let her go in a summer shirt and pants that don't quite match. Does that mean I'm growing as a person? Or that I just haven't had enough coffee yet?

On a side note, I was trying to give Little Sister kisses all over her face this morning (her cheeks are just so yummy) and she told me in her most stern voice, "I don't want your kisses. They're too oooooey." In her defense, I haven't brushed my teeth yet. Maybe I'll try again later.

Baby Phillip

Little Sister has a new favorite toy. She calls it her "baby". She holds it lovingly, takes it everywhere with her, and speaks to it in her sweet little mommy voice. Here they are.

Can you tell who her baby is? Not sure?

Yep...it's a bobble-head. A bobble-head of my brother-in-law Phillip Wellman to be exact. The umpire scolding, base throwing, grenade launching Phillip. Still not sure who I'm talking about?

Ain't he sweeeeeet?

Friday the 13th

I don't really ever think about Friday the 13th being unlucky or anything like that but we did have some more antics yesterday.

Big Sister got to go to school early with Daddy for the Father/Daughter Valentine Breakfast.

They had a special time together. There was no Valentine Party but the kids exchanged Valentines. Big Sister had a great time doing them all by herself.

She did ask me to hold the candy and then had her one whenever she needed it. Daddy had inservice so he got off early and was able to pick her up from school. She took her time showing us all the Valentines and candy in her bag.

Meanwhile Little Sister was supposed to be taking a nap. Instead, we discovered she had found a brown magic marker and she was doing this.

No further comment.

We went to the Neeley's house with the Blackwell and Davenports to play games. It took about 2 1/2 hours to get through one game with all the constant interruptions. Little girls coming downstairs to show us fairy costumes with pirate hats, complaints about not sharing, spilled popcorn, bottoms that needed to be wiped, and so on, and so on...

But we had a great pre-Valentine's Day all in all...fun, crazy times spent with the ones you love.

Little Sister, Don't You Know?

Little Sister is STILL potty training. Why is it that kids find it harder to go poop on the potty? I don't get it. A couple of nights ago, we were sitting downstairs while the girls played up in the bonus room. We heard someone in the bathroom and they were in there a WHILE. So I finally said, "What are you doing?" Little Sister's voice replied, "I'm washing my finger." Okay, so I'm thinking this can't be good. She had pooped in her pull up and tried to clean things up herself. She was washing her hands but there was poop EVERYWHERE.

Yesterday afternoon I called my husband from work. He sounded busy and frustrated. When I asked what he was doing, he replied, "I'm cleaning crap off the toilet, wall and sink!" I knew exactly what had happened. And he is sooooo not good with poop.

Then I came home to find my husband and the neighbor vacuuming the driveway. (We had strong winds and the neighbors patio table blew over and the glass top shattered in our driveway) Little Sister was in the garage. I took her inside where she promptly announced, "I need to go potty!" I'm thinking, "Great! She's finally getting it!" But when I tried to go with her, she kept pushing me out the door and saying, "NO! I do it myself!" I immediately grew suspicious and when she turned her back, I saw that she'd done it again! Twice in one day! And she was trying to hide the evidence by "doing it herself". Believe me, if she were capable of cleaning up her mistakes I would gladly let her. But needless to say, those panties went in the trash.

So today, we will try again. And maybe, just maybe, we'll have her trained by kindergarten.

If You're Happy And You Know It

Tonight, on the way home, we were singing songs in the car and we decided to sing "Jesus Loves Me". When we finished, Big Sister said in a choked up voice, "That kinda made me cry." It was so sweet. She couldn't speak for a minute. Oh how I pray that the thought of how much Jesus loves her will always produce such a stirring in her soul.

On a funny note, I saw Little Sister doing this tonight and had to get it on video.

Pretty in Pink

Last night we painted pretty little fingers and toes a perfectly pink color. Big Sister has recently decided she's a "daddy's girl" and asked him to paint her nails first. I heard him from the kitchen telling her, "I don't know how to paint nails. Daddys don't paint nails." She settled for Mama's handiwork. Immediately after painting Big Sister's toes, Little Sister ran a stuffed animal down her leg and wiped the polish off her right foot. This was Little Sister's first time for a pedicure and manicure as she tends to not be able to sit still very long. I had to work quickly and even got the hair dryer on them to ensure they were dry before setting her loose. In the end, both girls were pleased. Big Sister said she couldn't wait to show everyone in her class her fingers and toes. (I'm sure they'll be ecstatic) I encouraged her to just stick with the fingers and not whip off her shoes and socks.

2009

This blog is dedicated to chronicling the lives of my dynamic duo, known in the blogging world as Big Sister and Little Sister. I'm not into scrapbooking. I've wanted to dip my toe in that pool but when it comes to art, I tend to over think things. In other words, I'd never finish. Besides, I didn't need another expensive and time consuming hobby.

I recently discovered a website called www.blurb.com where you can turn your blog into a book. I saw one at a friend's house recently and thought, "That's it! That will be my scrapbook!" So I'm going to blog all year and print the book at the close of 2009. Hopefully in the end I will have a beautiful record of all the silliness.

Welcome to our girly world!