Wednesday, September 26, 2012

"Reading" Together

I will never, ever, ever, ever get tired of them enjoying books together in the backyard. It might be one of my favorite things.



 However, that Merida dress. Oh, the Merida dress. I'm about sick and tired of it. And we've had it for one week and two days.

Help my pregnant lack of patience now.

Monday, September 24, 2012

They fit in at the State Fair just fine.


And I don't really mean that as a compliment, if you no what I mean. There are some really lovely people at the fair and the there are some very strange people. My daughters, I believe fit into the second group.

Last week we took the girls to see Disney on Ice. We decided to take them to Toys R Us, pick out a new princess dress to wear to the show (because our princess dresses are ripped and smell like urine....sorry.) and these are what the two goons came out with...


Merida dresses with a wig that made them each look like Annie, respectively.

I could not stop laughing at them. And mainly because they felt so awesome in the wigs.

While we didn't let them wear their wigs into the fair to see Disney on Ice, they had to put them back on the second we got back in the car to go home.

And then this happened when we got home...

The inevitable meltdown. They fell asleep about 2 minutes later.

And I still could not stop laughing at them. I love those wigs.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

The Same Person.

Just pay attention to Stella and Jason for the next few pictures. 

I swear they are the same person.

Same smile.

Same "come on Chloe, quit pouting and smile" face. 

Same consolation style....because Chloe was upset about the sparkly shoes she had to wear to school that day. Pouting about shoes. That is 100% me.

And this picture is not so similar, but oh, so funny. This is how Stella posed...for about 5 shots. She is hilarious.

And I'd like to think she got 100% of her humor from me.

Poor kid. It's a good thing she at least got her daddy's looks.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Leotards are not Uniforms.

We've started in a venture. We're dancing, people, we're dancing. Or Chloe's dancing. (Stella tries to sneak in Chloe's class every chance she gets. She even planted a kiss on Chloe's teacher's lips in hopes that she'll let her start taking a little early.) And in all actuality, she started taking dance this past summer. I'm just now posting about it because I'm not nauseous every minute of the day....only like every evening of the day. She is having a blast and it's been a learning experience for all of us. Here are a few things I've learned.

1.) Dance moms can be intense.  (Most of them are awesome and a lot of fun.)

2.) I was looked at like I was crazy when I accidentally referred to Chloe's dance outfit as a uniform in front of said intense dance moms. Leotards are not uniforms. I repeat, they are not uniforms.

3.) Stella MUST wear a skirt while Chloe is in dance class. Otherwise she will take off her shorts in the lobby because the girls in the dance class are not wearing shorts. It's a little embarrassing when your daughter runs around for 45-minutes without any pants. Talk about some strange looks.

4.) This might be the most important lesson of all. When you dress your daughter in her uniform....er, leotard... and the crotch looks a little loose in the front, TURN IT AROUND. You put it on backwards, you idiot. If you don't turn it around, you will watch in horror as the back of her leotard creeps up her behind throughout dance class. By the end of class, you realize you have dressed your daughter in a thong leotard. Not good.

At least she had panties on. That has to count for something, right?


Wednesday, September 5, 2012