There is Easter grass all over my house. Every year this happens, and every year I vow not to ever buy the stuff again. And then I still do it. Please remind me next year.
We had a very nice weekend, and I will sit down and edit pictures and write about it sometime. Who knows when, though, because I have to pick up the Easter grass first.
In the meantime, I leave you with a few memorable anecdotes from this week:
She was sitting at the counter eating some eggs, and she could hear the older girls in the bedroom having some fun and was dying to check it out. She looked at Joel and me, who were in the kitchen with her, and said, "Nobady eata my edds, otay?" Then she got down from her barstool, watching us suspiciously and checking on her eggs the entire time, and headed off to see what her sisters were up to.
As soon as she was halfway down the hall, Joel said, "Oh look at these yummy eggs!" and you've never heard a louder or more intense "NO!" as she came running back to save her breakfast.
He is such a tease. My poor daughters.
Just tonight, as we were leaving Joel's brother's house, Chloe refused to come. She parked herself on her cousin's bed and said she was going to sleep right there tonight, thankyouverymuch. I told her that if she didn't start cooperating and get her shoes on and come that she would have to lose a day of doing artwork.
Instead of obeying, she snottily said, "I don't even like doing art, anyway! Hmmpph!"
So, of course, I informed her that she would be grounded from it for all of tomorrow then.
And then she screamed. "NO! Never mind! I was just kidding! I LOVE doing art! Please don't ground me from it!"
My ears are still ringing. (I think someone had too much chocolate today.)
While riding in the car, she and Chloe were talking about make-up and rosy cheeks and what exactly that term means. Chloe thought it meant that your cheeks were a reddish color, like a rose, but Bria had other ideas.
They asked me to settle the question, so I said, "I'm pretty sure that rosy cheeks means that your cheeks are red or pink."
But Bria held her ground. "No, I know that they can turn a little bit green sometimes. Like when you're green with envy."
Perhaps she has a point.
Hope you all had a happy Easter!