Snacks again

School recommends: "we’re asking you to pack a fruit or vegetable for your child’s snack/lunch based on the color of the day.

 (Monday=Purple, Tuesday=White, Wednesday=Red, Thursday=Yellow/Orange, Friday=Green)

For more fun, encourage your child to wear something to match the color of the day!"

Really???? Because I don't have enough to think about?  Great idea, horrible in practice.  My kids are lucky to be getting a snack these days... I threw this original notice away deciding to ignore it and then Sam came home asking why he didn't have a purple snack. (So many good answers for that one).  Luckily everything's on email so I can see that tomorrow is a WHITE snack.  (Bunnicula?).

Ha. This better be only for the week.

Closets

The new house was built originally as a carriage house, so the bedrooms are odd sizes and shapes, and one doesn't have a closet.  My dad put an extra pole in Vivian's closet, so Lannin's clothes can hang on top and Vivian's at her level. 
Periodically Vivian will look at Lannin's dresses and say, "why are Lanie's clothes in my closet?" and I'll respond with, "well she doesn't have a closet, so you are sharing your closet."
This twice now has been followed with, "so soon Lanie's closet will come in the mail?" and I'll say, "no."
Vivian will respond with, "when Lanie's closet is delivered we won't share anymore." 

Questionaire at the Pediatricians

Love these... no, Lanie and I have no concerns about her schooling at this point...

Siblings

Sometimes they love each other...

Boxes

Not sure why we buy toys...

Vivian's Tent

There's a kiddie tent in our living room, because why wouldn't there be?  And Vivian is into this hoarding thing now- if it's missing we check with her (maybe a result of moving?).  So the tent has accumulated a lot of stuff in it.  I have pulled out everything from paper plates, to Lanie's toys, Legos, snacks (of course), a garden shovel, a recipe book, puzzle pieces, a pillowcase stuffed with toys, etc.

The other day Vivian crawled in to play and I heard, "there's no room for me in here!"  I was busy folding laundry, so I told her to put some of the things outside the tent and we'd put them away together later.  The first thing to come flying out of the door- the Holy Bible.  We're hoping it's not a sign of things to come...

And then we moved...

 I'm nursing the baby and Sam has a job outside.  It is sweeping the cobblestone driveway which maybe hasn't been swept in 15 years.  He is earning money to buy Legos that he wants.  Meanwhile I can hear him convincing Vivian to get him the garden hose to spray the dirt off the driveway.  It sounds like she's getting a cut of his earnings.  Vivian is dragging the hose through the dust (it hasn't rained in over a month) in sparkly high heels and a party dress.  She's dressed like this because we showed up for a party a day early because I can't keep anything straight.  Except for the heels, which she found somewhere upstairs which Chris is going to hate when he hears her banging around on the hardwood floors that were just done.  It's also lucky that I washed the porch this morning so the dust could fly over it...

Moving

At least someone isn't stressed about it! 

"Sam, what color do you want to paint your room?"

"Can I choose any color?"

"I suppose so..."

"Okay, then gold."

"Oh."

"Mom?"

"Yes, Vivian?"

"You paint a lady Minnie Mouse in my room like this:" (holds up hands to make circles in the air) "and I paint a little, baby Minnie Mouse next to it right on my wall."

"Hmmm..."

"Mom."

"Yes, Vivian."

"Where does our new house live?"

"What?"

"Where does the blue house live?"

"Um, I'm confused..."

"Where does our house now live?"

"Oh! You mean the name of the town!"

Exasperated: "yes mom, I says where does they live!"