tea time. . .

The girls and I attended the soiree of the year.  It was the event Emma had been waiting for all month long. . .Emi and Ady’s Fancy Nancy Tea Party.  Emma and Ellie’s nextdoor neighbors/best friends had their birthday party this past Saturday. 

If you haven’t heard of Fancy Nancy, then you must not be in the loop of little girls and dressing up.  Mamas were to wear their fanciest clothes too, so no, I don’t usually sport my Kentucky Derby/Tea Party hat every Saturday. . .even though I might start!  Fancy Nancy is a character in a series of books by Jane O’Connor.  Nancy is all about dressing up over the top and being extra fancy.  Emma relates well to her.  Ellie’s more of a minimalist and would hope that if she too were to ever throw a Tea Party, its attire would be diapers and maybe a shirt if your Mama puts one on you.  However, she would need her only accessory she wears everywhere. . .her stylish glasses.

The girls had a blast and enjoyed every minute of it.  Ellie was three hours late on her nap, but you would have never known.  It’s always considered one of the best days when you can take your two daughters to a birthday party and they act so well behaved.  I really do have the best kids in the world!!

 

 Fancy Ellie shown above models her Stephanie Gibson original as worn by Stephanie Gibson 25+ years ago.  She also sports her trademark glasses and glow-in-the-dark wand.

Mr. T came to the party. . .no wait, that’s Fancy Emma!  Here are the girls at the craft table making their picture frames.  As you can guess, they were extra fancy frames. 

The party was swingin’.  Okay, I’ll stop. 

 Even in her fancy studs, Emma managed to land her dismount as she jumped off the swing.  Yes, she raised her hands up like a gymnast. 

 Emma, Ellie and Emi, one of the birthday girls.

Tessa, Ellie and Ady, the other birthday girl making their frames. 

 Amber set up a photo area and took pictures of each girl having a tea party.  She’s going to develop the pictures and the girls can put them in their fancy picture frames.  Emma’s like, “Okay, where do you want me to look?  Cheese.”

 Ellie was more or less waiting on the waitress to bring her beer because tea really isn’t her choice of drink.  Even Amber said that this was totally Ellie’s personality.  Relaxed and waiting for the party to come to her.

“Say cheese Ellie.”  Ellie responds with, “Did someone say there was cheese??” 

The girls are having the fancy hors d’oeuvres.  Mini shaped sandwiches, cookies, crackers, fruit and cheese and punch.

Ellie’s Tea Party consisted of cookies, crackers and water.   

Ellie had fun pouring her drink into her little tea cup and drinking it.  Pour, drink, repeat.  Pour, drink, repeat.  This continued for 10 more minutes. 

The girls decorated their own cupcakes with peanut butter and chocolate chips, every color of sprinkles you could imagine and cherries. 

Ellie opted for the sprinkles and poured them onto her plate.  Apparently she’s seen Mama use the “drink the rest of the liquid from your plate” method and began eating the sprinkles this way.  Ellie managed to get a few sprinkles on the cupcake in which one particular orange sprinkle stuck out of her nose for a majority of the pictures.  So delicate is my little girl. 

Emma’s cupcake turned out really good.  She also managed to use every color of sprinkle too.

Pardon me, I forgot to describe the Miss Emma’s ensemble.  Here Miss Emma is sporting a Jessica Gibson original worn by Mrs. Gibson (now Sims) when she was 4-years-old.  This vintage dress is a little less than 30-years-old.  Her colorful arrangement of necklaces is draped around her neck followed with a Fancy Nancy tiara, 15 butterfly clippies and a wedding veil.  Whoever said take one accessory off before walking out the door obviously didn’t know Fancy Emma.

 Enjoying the Tea Party and the 85 degree afternoon.

Waiting patiently for our fingernails to get painted. 

Still waiting ever so patiently. 

Why is it that Ellie will sit so still for her nails to be painted, but a couple of minutes in my lap in the doctor’s office is too much to ask?!? 

“Pitty nails Mama!” 

“Now I want pink nail polish first and then green polka dots on this hand and blue polka dots on my other hand.” 

Growin’ up too fast. 

Ditto. 

A wonderful time was had by all at the soiree Saturday afternoon.  Yah, I’m totally rockin’ the hat at church on Sunday. . .

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ready. . .okay. . .

We signed up Emma for Panther Cheerleader Camp last Saturday.  There’s was no arm twisting or begging Emma to do this.  She came home from Pre-K and said, “Mama, you have to fill out the paper in my backpack and get a check.”  Then she held my hand and took me to my bedroom to find my purse. . .smart kid. 

One of the benefits of attending the camp was obviously seeing the cheerleaders and hugging the dying from heat exhaustion teenager aka the Panther, but also getting to cheer at the pep rally on the following Friday and during the game that night.  After the parent performance following the 3 1/2 hour camp Saturday morning, Dustin wanted his $12 back.  Shame, shame Daddy. . .

Emma not only got to wear her cheerleader uniform like she does every Friday, she got to cheer in front of most of Panhandle. . .the rest would be at the game later on that evening.  Emma practiced all week on “our team is dynamite” and the song that is now stuck in our heads going on a week and half “the fight song.”  Did I forget to mention I know the movements involved now too? 

Second from the right. . .she may look like she’s picking her nose, but Emma’s scratching it. 

“I see Mama!!”

Ellie looking fashionable in Uncle Dougly’s shades.  “It bright” was most of Ellie’s conversation that afternoon besides “EMMMMMMMMAAA!!”

Calculate if you will a typical cheerleader uniform cost anywhere between $60 and $80.

This was 15 minutes before kickoff at the Friday night football game.

Always camera ready my child is.

Emma and her best friend Keely.  The had a “who can kick one leg higher and the most times without stopping” contest during the first quarter.  There may have been thousands of little cheerleaders, but these two kept quite a few spectators entertained!

Emma trying to tell me something.

Yah, I don’t know what she’s doing either.

Ahhh, how cute.

“How’d I do Mama???”

Emma, Meme and Ellie waiting on the second half to start.

Emma the Cheerleader

Emma the Cheerleader that has apparently had her limit on sugar for the evening.

Hey, when did Ellie get here?!?

Camera ready (just recently) Ellie Bellie.

Ellie mostly enjoys the band music because she’s able to twirl in Daddy’s arms on the bleachers.

sisterly love. . .

I found some pretty good quotes about sisters after I took these pictures of the girls the other day coloring.  Emma and Ellie are two years and nine months (give or take a couple of days) apart just like Jess and I.  I always wanted two girls of my own, ironically enough, the same age apart as my sister and I so they could have that special bond with each other.  Granted Jess and I get on each others’ nerves and about four days is our limit in confined quarters with one another, but if she called, I’d be there. . .one bathroom break and a gas fill up, but in 5 1/2 hours, I would be there.  No one loves their sister as much as I. 

Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life.  ~Charles M. Schulz

If you don’t understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child.  ~Linda Sunshine

What’s the good of news if you haven’t a sister to share it?  ~Jenny DeVries

More than Santa Claus, your sister knows when you’ve been bad and good.  ~Linda Sunshine

My sister taught me everything I really need to know, and she was only in sixth grade at the time.  ~Linda Sunshine

How do people make it through life without a sister?  ~Sara Corpening

Sisters are different flowers from the same garden.  ~Author Unknown

The mildest, drowsiest sister has been known to turn tiger if her sibling is in trouble.  ~Clara Ortega

I know some sisters who only see each other on Mother’s Day and some who will never speak again.  But most are like my sister and me… linked by volatile love, best friends who make other best friends ever so slightly less best.  ~Patricia Volk

Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize.  Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks.  Borrow.  Break.  Monopolize the bathroom.  Are always underfoot.  But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there.  Defending you against all comers.  ~Pam Brown

Sister to sister we will always be,
A couple of nuts off the family tree.
~Author Unknown

She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities.  She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway.  She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark.  She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink.  Some days, she’s the reason you wish you were an only child.  ~Barbara Alpert

new do. . .

The girls got their hairs cut this morning.  Yes, it’s “hairs” because it drives Dustin nuts when I say “hairs cut” instead of “hair cuts.”  That and the term “shoppaning” instead of “shopping.”  Ohh the ways I irritate him. 🙂 

I was so proud of Ellie.  This was such an improvement from the last time she got her hair cut.  Ellie watched Sissy sit in the chair (all by herself) and be really still.  Plus the little clippie Aunt Lynn put in Emma’s hair when she was done, not to mention the sucker, was an added bonus!  Ellie walked over to the chair, started climbing up and sat down in the booster seat.  She got so comfortable, she started laying back and looked like she could take a nap.

Another eventful moment at Just Off Main Street Salon was the presence of “Animal Control.”  Renee is the animal control lady and Emma thinks of her as one of the Disney Princesses.  Seriously, Emma is her biggest fan and wants to be animal control when she gets bigger because they get to play with puppies and kittens (should I explain the actually job description to Emma??).  Emma saw the Animal Control truck on the street and started screaming, “It’s Animal Control Mama!  It’s Animal Control!!” 

Renee was getting her hair cut and Emma was eating her sucker and waiting on Ellie.  Emma walked over to me and whispered, “Can I say hi to Animal Control?”  Emma refers to Renee as Animal Control.  Emma refers to any of the City of Panhandle vehicles as Animal Control.  Needless to say, Emma shouted over the sounds of hairdryers, “HI ANIMAL CONTROL!!” 

Everyone had a good laugh and I explained how Emma was one of Renee’s biggest fans.  The things kids say.  Here’s pictures of the girls’ new dos. . .

Ellie vs. the puppies. . .

 

Here is Ellie playing with her new puppies this morning.

just Rocko and Harley. . .

 

Nope, no long names, no four named animals.  It’s just Rocko and just Harley.  I named Rocko and Dustin named Harley.  Emma keeps calling Rocko “Rosemary,” but I’m not sure why.  As you have all guessed, we’re nuckin’ futs.  This was a Jess word back in the day (switch the “n” and the “f”). 

But what about Buster Sly Stallone Wyatt Tow you ask. . .well, come Thursday, he’s making a trip to the country.  Buster’s going to a better place. . .Meme’s house.  No, we’re not shooting him and burying him out in Meme and Papaw’s pasture.  Buster or as I have referred to him lately, Damn Dog, is going to Meme’s house for a permanant vacation.  Okay, I’ll stop.

All I want to know is who won the pool on how long it would take before Stephanie lost her mind and got rid of the dog??  I think it was Mom.  Anywho, back to Rocko and Harley Tow.  I have decided and a new-found animal lover, I love all animals. . .that live outside.  I’m an outdoor dog lover.  Crap in my yard, bark at the neighbors, etc. just don’t crap in my house or constantly stay underneath my feet ALL day long.

Dustin’s mom has graciously decided to take Buster because she has been wanting a little dog for quite a while.  Much to your disbelief, it was a family decision.  We drove to Amarillo last night to pick out a doggy door for Buster because even Dustin was tired of cleaning out Buster’s puppy bed filled with pee and poop.  The drive from Panhandle to Amarillo is over 30 minutes, so we had time to talk.  Even Emma was getting frustrated with Buster.  Ellie’s favorite expression was, “No Butter!”

Butter, I mean Buster, has been with us almost three months and there’s no way we could just take him to a shelter or let him have a permanant vacation.  He’s a great dog, we’re just not an indoor dog family.  We really wanted to keep seeing Buster and so Dustin thought of his mom that way we could keep Buster in the family. 

I’m not giving up on us as to never having a dog because my therapist agrees that Mom and Dad damaged me as a child by not giving me a puppy. . .or a pony for that matter.  The weekly sessions cost a fortune and I would much rather my girls have something better to talk about with their therapist than not having a dog!

So as of 8:30 p.m. tonight, we not only replaced Buster with an outdoor dog, but we got two.  As Emma is calling them, Buster’s brothers.  Our Boxer either Blue Heeler or German Shepherd mix was greeted by a very excited 4-year-old.  We went and saw them after dinner and the girls fell in love.  Ellie kept carrying the puppies around and saying, “ahh licky” everytime they would like her hands.  Dustin informed me that I would have to clean up their poop in the yard once and week, and I responded with, “Once a week?  I’ll take four of the puppies!”  As long as it’s not in my house, I’m great.  I’m going to go out every day and pick up puppy poopy. . .wow, how my life now seems like one most people don’t want. . .

So far, the boys are in the garage and they’ve already managed to figure out the puppy door Dust installed last night.  We went ahead and bought a larger puppy door knowing that we would be getting a bigger dog. . .yah, we’re smarter than we look occassionally.  I can’t wait to see Ellie’s expression tomorrow when she sees the puppies.  Let’s hope my video is less fuzzy than the one of Emma tonight!  As soon as it finishes loading, I’ll post it.  Goodnight ya’ll!

Rocko Tow

Rocko and Emma

Rocko and Emma attempting a head lock of some sort. . .

No, no we don’t have a mirror or trick photography, we actually bought two dogs.

Rocko saying hi to Emma

Rocko tuckered out

Night night Rocko

 

Here are pictures of the girls this morning (Wednesday) after I finished watching my friend’s kids.

Good mornin’ Rocko and Emma

Good mornin’ Harley, Emma and Harley’s tongue

Ellie Bellie and Rocko

“Ohh God, it’s chasing me!!!”

Emma and the boys

“It’s okay boy.”

Ellie hangin’ out and Emma getting attacked by ferocious. . .tongues.

Rocko the attack dog

Ellie finally caught Harley or at least his back end.

Ellie showing me her belly.

what’s a mom to do. . .

11:10 a.m. ~ lunch

11:30 a.m. ~ clean up lunch, get dressed for school, fix hair and brush teeth (occassionally forget to do this, I know, bad Mama)

11:52 a.m. ~ out the door and headed to Pre-K

12:05 p.m. ~ put Ellie’s and my shoes by the front door, change diaper and go down for nap.

2 hours and 50 minutes of freedom and what am I supposed to do after I eat lunch?  Dustin’s suggestion, which obviously was not taken seriously, was to clean the bathtub with a little “elbow grease.”  Like I said, not taken seriously.  So in any circumstance, what is a “Gibson” supposed to do. . .rearrange.  I left the furniture alone, but the kitchen would soon be destroyed.  Poor Dust, he has no idea where anything is now.  Which means stay out of my kitchen and go use some elbow grease on the bathtub!