5/31/2018 0 Comments my growing childrenSo... my blog has been kinda boring lately. But I can promise you my kids haven't!
It's spring. And a glorious warm, wonderful, much needed spring!! And I love that my kids are outdoors kids. It comes at a price - sand in the bed, perma-dirty hobbit feet, grass everywhere in my house. But I think it's worth it. The gardens in the house we bought are a whole lovely bunch of overgrown perennials. I actually love it. And the kids, mostly Shiloh, have created magic worlds in the overgrown-ness. My kind of kid! It's been great - the kids put all the worms they find in my compost, and Shiloh currently has a drawer in her jewellery box of snails (once alive, now we aren't too sure. Well I'm sure). Jackson leaves me treasures in every one of his pockets and I've learned to differentiate between pieces of mulch as some are race cars and some are rocket ships. And Harper. Oh my Harper. She just farts around like an old man chattering away and chasing Xena. But my favourite thing so far is watching Shiloh sing and dance across the yard without a care in the world. Sometimes she stops to shake her booty and sing in a microphone. Other times she twirls and whirls and talks to all her imaginary fairy friends who are all named Claire or Clara. I've also discovered pilfered flowers all over the house because "Mom they are just so beautiful I can't leave them outside". And really, how can you argue with that?! I've even found a daffodil in the cup cupboard, on the coffee percolator and in the fridge because "I just know you love all those things". Mmm. I recently discovered at a backyard picnic dinner that Shiloh is the prettiest, Harper is the craziest, Jackson is the smartest, Daddy is the corniest (we were eating corn on the cob) and I'm the eat-iest. Clearly I'm the winner. One afternoon Jackson ran out of the house into the back yard with his arms tucked into his shirt screaming "A bad guy came into the house and cut off my arms but I was brave and didn't cry!". Yeah. Someone farts enough in my house that the kids have clothespins on stand by for their noses. And because we like to ''culture'' our kids, we watched the royal wedding. Let's be real, I'm just as bad as the rest and just wanted to know what her dress looked like. Jackson wanted to watch it on repeat when PRince Harry teared up because that's hilarious?! Jackson also made a fascinator in school out of a paper plate that quickly became a 'face shooter' and ended our lovely Saturday morning family wedding watch. Gotta love them right :)
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