Take A Pill

The other day, Sarah came into the kitchen as I was taking some penicillin. Thinking that I was sneaking one of the children's Flintstones vitamin, she asked if she could have one of my pills.
I explain to the little cherub that I was taking medicine that would help to make me feel better.

Sarah asked, "Will it make you stop yelling?".

I replied, "No, darling, that is a little blue pill that I am so desperately in need of". I giggled, and then handed her a coveted Flintstones vitamin.

Picture Perfect (Yeah, Not So Much)

I wanted some photos of Sarah. Nice ones. With her smiling. Sarah didn't feel so inclined...

This was the best I could do:

Although I do love:

I've decided the fault lies with the subject and not with the photographer.

First Graders

At long last, the first day of school!

Dan and I had the children up, fed, dressed, and outside by 7:10am. The bus doesn't come until 7:35am. I guess we (and by "we" I mean Dan and I) were a bit excited. But it allowed us lots of time to take pictures!

Bethie, Sarah, and Katie

Bethie

Katie

Bethie, Katie, and Sarah

...and they're gone.



Dan - no longer able to contain his JOY!



Sarah was thrilled, too!

The joy of being the Only Child (for 40 hours a week)

The twins are an hour into their first day of school. I miss them already!

Chillin'

I used to hand my arm out of the car window. Thank goodness for the 5-point harness because I'm quite sure that Sarah would hang more than just her foot out of the window if given the opportunity.

The Dress

My children love clothes. The love to wear dresses, and to look pretty, and to twirl like princesses. They really love crinoline.

The summer of 2008, the twinnies wore these dresses all the time:

And it's funny because I had a newborn. In comparison, the twinnies seemed so much older, so much more competent, so much more independent.

And then this happened:

The "newborn" now fits into the dress.

I am shocked at how quickly time passes...

The Little Sister

The other day, it was very hot. I wasn't feeling that great. I thought that it would be great fun for the kids if we got out the little pool and sprinkler. They could play nicely together, and I could just sit on the deck and watch them. Win, win.

All three girls had a blast.

They REALLY loved the sprinkler.

Bethie showed Sarah how to twist the hose so the water stops.

Sarah had a go at it.

But she wasn't very good at stopping the water. Bethie measured the height of the water coming from the sprinkler, and announced that Sarah would have to apply more pressure.

Bethie measured the height of the water again, and said that Sarah had done a wonderful job!

And then Sarah blasted Bethie.

And then Bethie, bless her heart, let Sarah do this to her over and over and over again. Just to make Sarah laugh. And I loved Bethie for it.

I am quite sure that one day, Sarah is going to be blasted in the face by one of the twinnies.

I am also quite sure that she won't be laughing then!

Sleeping Fairy

Even fairies get tuckered...

Three

My Littlest One turned three on Sunday.

Sarah - opening her gift from Bethie

Sarah - opening the gift from Katie

Playing every body's favourite game, "Catch A Twin"

Trying out her Crayola Bubbles

After using Crayola Bubbles. Sigh.

"Helping" to make the birthday cake.

MORE PRESENTS!!! (Some for the twinnies, too!)

The "Dora Cake"... otherwise known as "Birthday Mush" (it didn't quite work out) 

Blowing out the candles.

I can't believe that she's THREE!!!!

My Sarahburrah

The Helpful One

The twins never hit the "I want to help!" stage (or the "I want to do it BY MYSELF!" stage, for that matter). I wonder how long this will last?

The Corner Cupboard

I keep all of our "treats" in a corner cupboard that the children cannot access.

Maybe I should find a new home for them...

Making Pizza With Little Helpers

I decided to make some homemade pizzas yesterday. Here are the steps I took:

1. Ensure that there is some background music. Something to get you moving. Nothing says "quality bonding time" like a pounding headache.

2. Use a clean bowl.

3. Add the ingredients. Warning: you Little Helper may get a bit excited and add the ingredients without measuring them or at the wrong time. If you quite suddenly yell "NO!" as loud as you can, the Little Helper might be so scared that she wets her pants.

4. For some laughs, allow your Little Helper to taste the dough. Little Helpers always assume that it will taste sweet and will be shocked by a mouth filled with flour. Have a quick laugh and say "I told you it wasn't cake batter!".

5. Knead the dough. Pick at it. Add little crumbs that fall off. Create dinosaur shapes. But whatever you do, try not to think about what the Little Helper may have touched between the hand washing and the dough kneading.

6. Add toppings. This is a bit of a free-for-all. Throw the toppings at the children (and your husband) and yell "Everybody has to SHARE!!!".

7. Take a photo of the end product.

Okay, that's not exactly the "end product". You have to cook it. But you can do what I did, and just leave. Because everyone is happy at this point and they hardly noticed that you've jumped in your car and left. Word of warning: don't come home until after the children are asleep.

If you have a hard time following my step-by-step instructions, try using this recipe. It's very good!