Six Year Old Lil

Let's take a moment to savor this moment of six year old sass. Yes that is her brand new American Girl doll facedown on the sidewalk. Six is fantastic.

Can I play catch up for a little bit? Lil turned six last summer. We had a small get together with friends and a local/super cute ice cream shop. 

I really dropped the ball last year. We moved in July, I started working full time that same month, and school started the next month so party planning was the last thing on my mind. I am so thankful for friends who come together to support me and my girlies even with next to no notice. 

Lastly, I have that same picture of Lil burying her head in my chest from each of the last 3 birthdays. Love that shy girl so much.

Mermaid Tails with Jordan Emmitt

A few weekends ago the girls and I got to take part in my pal Jordan's first local workshop. It was held at the most adorable shop in Orlando called Paper Goat Post

I took a few pictures of things around the shop that I especially loved. I regret not buying the mug and jewelry dish because they are gone now. I may still go back for one of the animal heads. How many mounted faux animal heads are too many for a child's room? Asking for a friend...

Jordan led the kiddos in making several mermaid crafts- shell necklaces, painted wooden spoon dolls, and no-sew mermaid tail blanket things (don't remember the technical term). The girls loved painting their spoons (both versions of Ariel who were then forced to fight to the death several times) and playing in the glitter meant to decorate the spoons. They also enjoyed watching me tie their blanket sides up for them. 

If you're local and looking for a good time check out Paper Goat's event calendar or Jordan's blog for upcoming workshop news. 

TBT: Lucas Nursery

Flowers forever and ever, amen. I found these pictures in iPhoto from last summer. The girls and I went to a local nursery that has a great butterfly house on property. The house was full of tropical flowers, mini quails (which so adorable af) and butterflies... obviously. 

Bud and Bill had mixed feelings about the butterflies but loved the quails. They were done way before I was and by the time I was finished photographing the flowers they had practically formed a mutiny. Still worth it in my opinion.

Pumpkin Patch

Alternate title: pissed off pumpkin patch. Rosie was such a little stinker last weekend at the "pumpkin sack" (her words). Probably because I made her take of her sister's way-to-big dress and put on one of her own before we left. She sassed all over the place, grimaced and growled through picture taking and got mad at pumpkins that were too heavy for her to lift.

Her sister on the other hand was the opposite. She was recovering from a high fever but I thought a small outing in the sunshine may help perk her up. She smiled for pictures and was very sweet, if not a bit sluggish.

We brought home some little pumpkins (and one greenish gray one!) to paint the next day. Which was an adventure in itself.

I love this season and sharing it with my girls.

Bud goes to preschool

This year my sweet baby bud started preschool.

She is attending her big sister's alma matter. She tried several times last year to blend into the surroundings, either settling in a chair or getting in line to wash her hands, so that I would let her stay and play with big sissy. Needless to say, she was over the moon when I told her it was her big day.

She picked out her 'parkly shoes (just like sissy's), got to take "first day front step" pictures and insisted on wearing her backpack at every available moment. No bud, you can't wear your backpack in your carseat. And marched into the school like she owned the place.

She wasn't sad in the slightest when I left and had, what I can assume, was the best first day ever UNTIL she found out that nap time happens at school too. The next few school days were a challenge because she didn't want to nap. No nigh nigh at coo, mama! but she is adjusting well. She was the last one up on the past two school days and I got the pleasure of waking her. I sure do love some sleepy/cuddly bud.

Buddy is so big and brave. I sure am proud of my girls.