The influence of "manna"

Happy Halloween?

If I thought clearly about having my sister here, and what things she may want to do as "sisters"....

I may have thought a little harder....

September fun

I forgot that taking pictures can be enjoyable, especially when the subject you are shooting wants to have their pics done. So my favorite for the month is of my little sister.

Thanks for the fun:)

I'm linking this up with Courtney at:

 

p.s. yes, she is cross-eyed...on purpose:)

We've been eating our fair share of pudding around here lately since Aunt Sibil makes it:) So when I was asked by a recent reader to link up to her blog with a favorite picture, I couldn't resist. 

linking up to:

Ordinary Inspirations

Gorgeous picture Wednesday

blue razberry jell-o

So I've had three kids. Which means my body has been through three traumatic experiences. I'm also six years older from the first one. All this adds up to the number one reason I shouldn't go clothes shopping.

My sweet sister offered to watch our kids so the hubs and I could go out on a date. She said we were going to go shopping for this date. (blog post on that soon to follow) Well, since I haven't been to a normal store in a while I thought "sure! why the heck not". -chuckle- I picked her up at her dorm and we went to the mall. More specifically to her favorite store, Forever 21. Now before you all start rolling your eyes and thinking "well what do you expect shopping at a 'teeny bopper' store!?", they have more adult sizes there also.

Let me tell you what I learned:

1. bringing snacks is a good idea only when they don't leave a trail as to where you have been

2. I'm not sure skinny jeans are made for anyone: a)under 6 feet tall or b) don't have legs that take up more than half of your body

3. someone needs to make a better mirror for dressing rooms

4. I need to exercise

Needless to say I left the store feeling horrible about myself and deciding that I was only eating salad at dinner. And nothing but celery from here on out. Too top it off I was at church yesterday and I had asked a friend if there were any younger girls that I could get Sibil to meet so she could make some friends. Well the very cute and skinny friend that she introduced me to asked if I was the 18 year old. I smiled thinking about the sweet compliment and said "no, I wish" to which she replied, "oh well I didn't know sometimes people look older than they are".

*chirp*

*chirp*

It's time to get the ball on the roll friends. I'm not going to be the jiggling jell-o Mom anymore.

Conversation time

"Mr. Hippo, we need to talk. You see, I haven't been around babies that much and I'm not exactly sure what to think about you holding onto,...umm..you know. My boobs".

"oh. Is that what those are"?

"well, how about I grab this instead"?

"is that better? why are you moving so much Aunt Sibil"?

"well you are ripping my gums apart and it HURTS"!

"ow! you got my eye! It burns"!

"I'm sorry Auntie. Don't look like that"!

"She's ok Mom, you cut my nails so it couldn't have hurt as much as she said it did".

Meet 'Man-na'

So the little bird 'flew the coop' as they say. And her little wings took her to Alaska!

The kids and I were pretty excited about going to the airport to pick up Aunt Sibil. We even made some cute signs per her request.

She loves the show Adventure Time, so I thought it appropriate to help her feel normal by having her favorite characters plastered all over a giant poster board for fellows airport goers to stare at and ask silly questions. My son was as helpful as he always is, and only complained 87% of the time we were there. In between asking for something to eat after we had just had dinner not even 20 minutes beforehand.

This picture is titled "anguish". Enough said.

 

There she is!

This was the smile she broadcasted as she saw her sign, and the kids that were so lovingly waiting for her. Then she started crying. I figure it's because she was overcome with the realization that she was stuck in the 'last frontier' with this sign and kids joy and she was finally off the plane:)

And her new name is Manna. (Per the speech inflections of she-devil) Like 'manana' only without the middle 'a'. We are still trying to figure out how you get that out of Sable...

She doesn't take no very well

Bedtime around here is usually at 7.With Alaskan summers being what they are I'm relatively surprised how well I have done. But there are those really busy and hectic nights that I just want to throw the kids in their pj's, say a prayer and call it good. This isn't the case when dealing with a very, persuasive, little girl.

Every night we do this little thing before she lets me leave her room. I typically say goodnight and "I love you" and she starts her routine of where I'm going to kiss her next. So I wait. "nose" I kiss the nose. "head" I kiss her head. -points to one eye "eye" I kiss her eye. -points to other eye "eye". And this continues until she has had enough pointing and grants me permission to leave. Yes, I'm being governed by a two year old. But if you were here and heard the screeching, and growling, and flailing against the door...you'd kiss the sweet face 800 times also.

Tonight, however, she switched it up. Instead of going right to the next thing on her list she says(with her finger on her chin and her thumb nearby) "hmmm...let's see". Ha ha ha! She cracks me UP! There is never a dull moment with her. Ever.

In other news, it looks like my little sister will be coming out here for school! How crazy is that?! You would remember her from this post. Ha ha. Anyway...her ticket is bought and she comes out Sunday! I'm pretty excited about it. She wanted us to have a sign ready, like we are her tour guides picking up a client. Whatever. :)