Pretending

I love to watch my girls pretend.  Their little imaginations are so funny and amazing and beautiful.  They take their favorite parts of their favorite stories and mix them all up to make a whole new story.  They play off of each other and come up with entirely new scenarios.  I can't get enough of it.  

It helps that recently I scored a few great dress-up bargains for them.  Our at-home dress up was kind of pitiful, so I found one princess dress at an online consignment shop (with a 40% off coupon too!), got a bag full of three other outfits plus jewelry from Craigslist for cheap, pulled out an old flower girl dress, and presto!  We have dress up.

True to their personalities, Miss changes from one outfit to another, depending on what she's doing.

While Lass finds one outfit and stays with it.  She may change her accessories, but she's not giving up that green Tinkerbell outfit, which she calls her "fit" (outfit).  She puts it on and beams, "I Wedda!" (I'm Cinderella!)

They try to dress up Sis too so she won't feel left out.

We have been tea-partying like crazy here.  Miss always insists on putting on the purple dress for the tea parties.

We have lots of "Cheers!" and pinkies out and all that.

Sis is loving her Bumbo, which allows her to be part of the action.

I love to see how the girls interpret the stories they read and see in videos.  At one point Miss was pretending that the Evil Queen had stolen Snow White's voice (like Ursula does to Ariel).  She has started having lots of fun with trying to get us to read her lips.  Today at lunch she said, "Momma, do you know what I'm saying?" and she kept mouthing the same thing over and over, in a really exaggerated way.  I really tried, but I had no idea what it was.  Finally she sighed and said, "Mom, I was saying 'Casey Jones'!!" As in the train from the Dumbo book.  Oh.  Duh.

They love to have me be the Evil Queen and act out the poisoned apple scene.  Here they were running away from me as Evil Queen.

I "convinced" Miss to taste the poisoned apple.

She fell dramatically to the floor.

Then she called to her sister, "Come on and kiss me so I can wake up!"

They did this over and over.  They make me laugh.

Of course, we don't only play Princess.  We play Chef and Mommy and today they were Doctors.

Lass loves to hold the play stethoscope up to my leg (or arm or nose) and say, "Momma you sick!"

I laugh a lot these days.

What Do I Do All Day Anyway?

If you aren't or have never been a stay-at-home mom (or dad), you might wonder what someone does who stays home with her kids all day.  I know I did before becoming a full-time mom myself.  I didn't wonder about this in a malicious way, in a "what the H-E-double-hockey-stick-does-she-do-all-day?" kind of way.  I just wondered.  

Well.  Now I know.  So, what do I do all day?  Here's an idea:

I create mountains with couch cushions.  I encourage.  I insist "you can do it."  I cheer for accomplishments.  I help when necessary.  

I do laundry.  

Lass was having a really hard time climbing over this cushion and was getting frustrated watching her sister go up and down with ease.

I encouraged her to keep trying.

Here she's saying "I did it!"  I love that moment.

I have tea parties.  I color.  I read aloud.  I ask, "What color is this?"  "What does (fill in this blank with some animal) say?" "What sound does (fill in this blank with some letter) make?" "What do you think about that?"  All. day. long.  I sing songs.  I sound out words.  I count everything out loud.  I answer "Why?"  and "Why?" and "Why?"

I watch.  I praise.  I watch again.  And again.  And again.  I teach.  I spot.

Miss is really into working on headstands and handstands and showing off various other skills she is learning at gymnastics.  This reminds me of when my mom helped me learn how to do a cartwheel.  I wonder how many hours we spent working on them in our living room.  I want to do the same for my girls.

I kiss boo boos.  I teach manners.  And responsibility.  And problem solving.  And everything.

I discourage whining.  I try to reinforce more effective ways of communicating.  I try to teach my girls to be strong and direct.

I do laundry.

I referee fights over who gets to wear which headband.  Over who gets the little Cinderella doll (or "Wedda" as Lass calls her).  Over who gets to hold Baby Sis first.

I change diapers.  I wash diapers.  I fold diapers.

I nurse a newborn. I take forever to get out of the house.

I cook.  I clean up.  I cook.  I clean up.

I wipe mouths and noses and counters and hands and tables and rear ends.

I give baths.  I comb hair that is like silk.  I fix pony tails.  I say "You're beautiful."  "You're smart." "You're strong."  "You're funny."  

I do laundry.

Baby Sis right after a bath

I help to outfit Super Heros.

Daddy helps them to fly.

Sometimes they crash.

I do more laundry.

I give lots of hugs.  And kisses.  I snuggle.  I tickle.

Sometimes I just sit.  And watch.  And I'm thankful that I am fortunate enough to be able to do all of these things and so much more.  I wouldn't have it any other way.

Pigtails and Stuff

I got both of my girls to wear pigtails in their hair for a brief time yesterday.  Miss usually won't let me do anything with her hair except a ponytail, but when I put Lass's hair in pigtails yesterday, she was suddenly interested.  I just had to get a photo of the two of them together.

Preferably with both of them looking at the camera...

I love Miss's posed smiles for photos.

Close enough!

Miss really wanted to put her Baby Sis's hair in pigtails too.

We've had a great week.

Almost every day we've gotten out of the house at least a little bit.  Yesterday we stayed home for a lazy day, but otherwise we've been out and about.  I already mentioned getting out for gymnastics class on Monday.  Tuesday I got the girls up and was determined to get Miss to school on time.  I got them all ready to go and we got out the door only a few minutes late for the 25-minute drive to Miss's school.  We got there and I got Miss up to the door, only to realize that I had completely forgotten it was Spring Break this week.  Miss didn't really get what Spring Break is, but we had a good laugh about going to school when it was closed.

The girls love playing with their Baby Sis's stuff.  The photo below looks a bit hostile, but Miss was just showing Lass how to cover her mouth when she coughs.

Sister hugs.

And kisses.

Nothing like playing soccer with sparkly Mary-Jane-ish shoes on.

Baby Sis is sleeping and nursing like a champ.  She wakes up once at night and then sleeps late.  All of my girls have been sleeping a little bit late this week (except Tuesday when I had to wake them all up for "school") so I have been thoroughly enjoying sleeping until 8.  And my husband is off work for the next week.  I'm loving this and the Easter festivities coming up this weekend with dyeing eggs, hunting for eggs and baskets, and meeting the Easter Bunny on Sunday.  I'm a happy mama.