It’s Lucy’s birthday. Time for the annual round up of her shenanigans (well, at least the ones I remembered to document).
I heard a crash while I was in the bathroom and when I was finally able to investigate, I found this. She had broken a potted plant after walking on the counter tops (note trampoline used as a step ladder) and was attempting to hide the evidence. She had donned her Elsa gloves for protection knowing the pottery shards were sharp. I guess I should just be happy she was cleaning this one up herself.
For lack of an easel, she had clipped her painting to the side of the entertainment center. In her world, everything is a canvas…
…like the toilet,
and my porch.
Not even soup cans are safe from her creativity.
She had used a real stamp on this drawing because she wanted to mail it to her grandparents.
I told her she could bring one animal in the car. Lucy:1 Mom:0
When big brother wants to play in the park after ballet class, you have to play soccer in a leotard.
Speaking of leotards- let me save you the google search: if you happen to get chewing gum smashed into the fabric, just heat white vinegar to boiling and then use it to scrub out the gum with a toothbrush. This also works on winter coats. Trust me.
Some more advice: beloved toys will burn and melt if left for extended periods in bowl shaped lighting fixtures.
Beanie Boos everywhere. Always watching.
I wasn’t allowed to sit on the couch.
She wanted me to buy the big carrots so she could be like Bugs Bunny. I don’t think you’re allowed to tell your kid no if they ask to buy vegetables.
A great spot for a secret Cheez-It stash
Imaginative play at its best.
Why I’m scared to have more babies.
She dressed like Merida and insisted on bringing her bow with her for school.
That time Lucy had a pet for 30 seconds after she caught a field mouse in the yard and was certain she could keep it because she had already named it. Safe travels, Sparkly.
Doug sat down with his songwriting journal to practice a new song. Lucy grabbed her songwriting journal too, placed it next to his, and decided it was a duet.
Why daddy doesn’t work from home very often.
Rocking her Aunt Tammy’s 90’s sweatshirt.
Never a dull moment here. I can’t wait to see what year 6 will bring.