Isn't that a rite of passage that every kid (and mom) must go through?
I have been anticipating that someday it will happen - I'll discover
my blond headed little girly girl has given herself a crew cut.
But today, much to my relief, she had not cut her own hair, but had
given a blond Barbie a little trim.
Lauryn has abandoned the traditional "question and answer" form of communication common between moms and daughters.
She's trying out new techniques.
Already this morning, she's said:
"I know I can't play the Will this early in the morning, so I'll take some candy instead."
Then she seemed genuinely baffled that this reasoning didn't immediately propel me off the couch to fill her mouth with jelly beans.
One hour later, she approaches boldly, looks me hypnotically in the eye and states:
"We're going to McDonald's for lunch." Then calmly turns and walks to her room.
What? When she decide that sentences that should clearly be interrogatives she would just oh-so-easily transform into declaratives?
She'll be mighty sad around noon when she finds out she's being served a plain ol' PB&J for lunch instead of a happy meal.
I picked up this cheese grater at a garage sale for $.25 cents.
I love it. The grater fits on top of the container, and it has a separate lid for storage. Genius.
After using it for a month or so, I noticed that this little-grater-that-could was made by IKEA. Of course it was!!!!
"IKEA is the best. I love that place." I thought.
"Wish I could go." I thought.
"Wish I could go with my friends." I thought.
And so that's what I did.
After a few rounds of emails, miraculously, seven of us agreed on a weekend that we were all free.
ROAD TRIP TIME!!!
Last Friday we loaded up and headed to Dallas. After a quick stop at Starbucks of course.
It was awesome. We took my friend Anne's GMC Yukon, and the seven of us hit the road together. We stopped for a generous amount of time for lunch, stopped whenever we needed to pee (no husbands with us, rationing our stops!), and took about seven hours to get to Dallas. We enjoyed every minute of those 7 hours. And may I also add at this point that my friend Anne has mad driving skills. The rain...the music...the laughing...the crazy stories...the Dallas rush hour traffic...none of it phased her.
You can not believe how much activity we stuffed into our short trip. We arrived around 6:00pm on Friday night, ate dinner, watched a movie, spent the night at a hotel, shopped and ate all day Saturday, left Dallas after dinner, sang really bad yet really beloved 80's songs most of the way home, and got back to Lubbock at 2:30am to squeeze in a few hours sleep before church Sunday. Whew.
Turns out, a GMC Yukon can hold the luggage of seven women, plus all their IKEA/Sam Moon/Anthropologie/Anne Taylor/etc. purchases. Awesome.
So in conclusion, dear readers, YOU MUST TAKE A ROAD TRIP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIENDS. Please, please put this on your to-do list and make it happen. So, so fun.
(Sadly, a couple Lubbock-ites wanted to go and their schedules didn't allow it....next time girls!!! We missed ya!)
Sidenote: We played "two truths and a lie" on the way to Dallas. You can discover some very interesting facts about your friends with this game. Here are my three:
1. I am a pretty good water skiier.
2. I once jumped a horse over a fence.
3. I was in a pageant in H.S. and I won.
They all agreed that #3 was the lie. Evil giggle...I always win 2 truths and a lie with that one! I am searching for photographic evidence that I was indeed Miss Striped Bass, as they all remained incredulous even after I told them that was indeed not the lie. Brace yourself girls, pictures of me in a sash and sequined dress are headed your way. I will try to find the one of me handing out trophies at a fishing tournament, as it really captures the essence of that particular title.
(Oh, and I can barely ride a horse, let alone jump over a fence on one. I would jump off the horse before I would try and go over.)
Check out my friend Tina's account of the trip by clicking here.
Bow Chicka Wow Wow.
Can someone please explain to me why my children are obsessed with this phrase?
It's beginning to be a little embarrassing. Lauryn, especially, is a big fan of the phrase. I think she just likes the way it rolls off the tongue.
A babysitter even sent us a text one night: "Your children love to say 'bow chicka wow wow.'" What could we do, but explain that Jonathan and I routinely sing that phrase to each other as we do laundry, load the dishwasher, and drive to soccer practice, and the kids have obviously picked it up from us. Or not.
This new obsession at least provided Jonathan and I with side splitting, tears rolling down the cheeks laughter a few nights ago....
The kids have pretty much appropriated my iPhone and consider it theirs. They aren't allowed to go online using it, but they can play with some of the games and apps.
We discovered a couple nights ago that Lauryn had used the voice recorder to record herself singing about 47 (wish I was exaggerating) different renditions of Bow Chicka Wow Wow. Nice.
Click here then push the big yellow play button if you wish to hear one such example. My daughter, performing bow chicka wow wow. (If anyone knows a way to upload audio files directly to blogger, please enlighten me.)
Her first recorded performance. I'm so proud.
I know some people might find this phrase offensive, but my kids just think it's a fun thing to say and I'm trying to just make light of it. But if you are one of those people who find it inappropriate, you might want to keep your kids away from the Cliff children for a few weeks! I'll let you know when they move on to another phrase. Ha!
But alas, how the mighty have fallen.
My hope for you is that your odd little deformed toy friends from your
movie can find you in your new life (city dump) and make you whole
Lawn sledding. And snowball fights with snowballs purchased from a store. Who knew you could buy snowballs!?! FUN!
It has cooled off a wee little bit in the last couple days. But weather cool enough for actual snowfall is still months away. (If, that is, we even get any snow - last year a light dusting, here and gone in minutes, was the only winter weather we saw.)
So we hurried up the cool weather a bit with a "Winter" theme for Family night.
We started out making snowflakes. I hadn't made paper snowflakes in years. After a quick reminder about how to fold the paper (Google to the rescue!), we were off and cutting.
For dinner, we ate beef stroganoff that had simmered in the crock pot all day. I thought it was kinda winter-y. The kids were mighty unimpressed. I tried to tell them it was like brown spaghetti. (Why would I think that would make it appetizing?) They weren't buying it.
Next up ----- SNOWBALL FIGHT!!!!!!! My friend Angela told me last week that Bahama Bucks Shaved Ice sells snowballs. 24 for $5.99. So worth it.
We had to ration out the snowballs obviously, or Dylan would have hurled all $5.99 worth at his brother in a matter of seconds. Which would have been fun for me to see, but not really fair.
No mercy for the cute little sister. She took one square in the back:
Ryan's pretty quick, but not quick enough to escape Dad's missiles:
Retribution was swift:
Possibly the best snowball fight ever. If I was a rich woman I would have bought about 5 more boxes.
"Lawn Sledding" came next. Dragging the kids around the yard on a beach towel? Turns out, crazy fun. Mom and Dad's arms gave out after a while; but things didn't go so well when they tried to drag each other, as this short video demonstrates. I happen to love this 5 seconds. It features one of my kids falling over, and Dylan giggling. Two of my favorite things.
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