Come in, grab a rag, wash a chair, and sit yourself down! We are the Parramores and we are delightfully MESSY!
Monday, December 10, 2012
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Biiiiig
I love stories about kids and all the cute and funny things they say. Upon hearing stories, I've laughed until I cried. Probably annoyingly so. Kids are naturals when it comes to honesty and hilarity. It's so pure and enduring that you wish they'd hold on to it forever. . . That is until they are your own kids.
Our four year old has been granted a new freedom recently. She's allowed to walk in the grocery store instead of sit in the cart next to her brother. She's tall and we've been stuffing her in there, angling her long legs just right to get through the leg holes for too long. She's overdue to walk next to the cart. We are procrastinators. We know. In fact we should have taught her to walk next to the cart before she learned to speak. We realize this now. Believe me.
She finds joy in her new freedom and wants to lead the way. While letting go of the cart she zoomed around the aisle to run smack into a lady who had stopped to talk on her mobile phone. The view for a four year old is much different from the ground than in the cart. Kate doesn't see a lady. She sees her well defined backside due to some seriously tight, army green leggings. "That's a really biiiiiiiig butt!" my dear sweet, sweet daughter exclaimed.
Our four year old has been granted a new freedom recently. She's allowed to walk in the grocery store instead of sit in the cart next to her brother. She's tall and we've been stuffing her in there, angling her long legs just right to get through the leg holes for too long. She's overdue to walk next to the cart. We are procrastinators. We know. In fact we should have taught her to walk next to the cart before she learned to speak. We realize this now. Believe me.
She finds joy in her new freedom and wants to lead the way. While letting go of the cart she zoomed around the aisle to run smack into a lady who had stopped to talk on her mobile phone. The view for a four year old is much different from the ground than in the cart. Kate doesn't see a lady. She sees her well defined backside due to some seriously tight, army green leggings. "That's a really biiiiiiiig butt!" my dear sweet, sweet daughter exclaimed.
I. DIE.
An Owl Pillow
My camera is playing tricks on me and won't take a good picture. I'm sure it's the camera. It has to be. It couldn't be me. It may have something do do with the fact that it was pulled off the top of the computer armoire by curious little hands. Maybe. Anyway, what I am trying to take a picture of is this cute little pillow that my Mom made for me. It's beautiful. The picture doesn't do it justice.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Butterfly Snack/Craft
Isaac's teacher taught him about butterflies today so we made this to go with the lesson.
No one wants to eat their snack for fear of ruining the wings. Oh, well . . .
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Helping Hands
If I say that I'm making pizza, this cute little guy comes running to help.
Help consists of eating flour right from the sack.
And throwing it.
And if I'm lucky, I get two helpers.
And if I'm super lucky, I get more laundry to wash . . . because, like most moms, I definitely have a shortage of laundry around here.
Yikes!
Thanks for the help, little buddy!
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
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