Only made it halfway before he begged me to shut it off;
hasn't left my side since. When I have managed to get a minute to
myself, to maybe foolishly attempt peeing in private, I'm met with a
So we whipped up a homemade scavenger hunt and headed to the park.
Both Narls and Em were super aprehensive about having to find a spider web, even after I reassured them that we wouldn't have to actually touch it or put it in the pails - we only had to find one. So what a surprise when we found a totally non-creepy "spider web" at the park!
A couple days ago, my coworker and I went thrifting on our lunch. She spotted this princess lamp and it was decided that Em had to have it. It was $15, and in perfect shape.
I finally got it cleaned up and in her room and surprise! the princesses' skirts light up into a nightlight. Fun! And Em is obsessed. You can bet I'm totally working this into an incentive to get this girl sleeping in her own bed at night, but that's a whole 'nother post.
A little side note, we're still very much into our Sunday princess ladydates; tonight is Pocahontas, which I've never seen. It's gonna be hard to top Jasmine though, the best princess.
Have I mentioned how she came to be in this dance class?
It's a funny story.
See these three young ladies here? They're best friends. Charlotte, Em, and Paige.
They try and arrange sleepovers & playdates (parental approval is overrated), they comment on what the other is wearing, they talk about each other while they're apart. Oh, and have I mentioned that each is ONLY THREE? (I don't even want to imagine them at thirteen. Heaven help us.)
Charlotte's mom signed her for poms and she was so excited that she managed to talk both Em and Paige into taking it with her. They even had it planned how Charlotte's mimi would pick up all three of them from their early preschool class and drive them to poms together.
Luckily the first day of poms fell on Tuesday, when I pick up the kids*. I walk into Em's class and she immediately shouts "MUMMA I'M GOING TO CHEERWEEDING!" I side-eye the teacher, she explains the whole story, I look back and my daughter's pleading face, and off we rush to the dance school, arriving 15 minutes late.
*Clay golfs on Tuesdays and if he would of picked up the kids like he does every other day of the week, then this never would of happened.
He doesn't consider cheerleading a sport.
(Let me know if you'd like his email address for much-deserved hatemail.)