Playing Catchup Yet Again

Well, maybe when we move to Oklahoma I'll be better at blogging.  Hopefully. 

We had a good Thanksgiving, a little weird.  Both my parents and Aunt Mollie and Uncle Tim were gone, so it was smaller and quieter than usual, but still nice.  Tyra and I cooked for one of the get togethers, so I was too busy to think of taking pictures.  

Other than that we've mostly been trying to do some work on the house and yard to get it ready for renters.  Dan and Veronica bought our playset from us, so it's gone, which makes it easier to work out back.  We don't have to watch Neely as closely.  But when they were taking it away, I got pretty sad.  I didn't expect it, but I have good memories of staying up super late putting it together with Jess, and of watching the kids have fun on it.  But like I said, the kids can play safely without me having to watch them like a hawk.

 There's been artwork.  This one was a drawing by Paige, FOR Cason.  Outer space, with the Iron Giant and the cutest astronaut dog.

 

There have been sleepovers with cousins.

Playing with/fighting over the kindle.  On this occasion I heard Neely say "OH!  Dangut.  I miss again."

 Another common cause of arguing in our family is Neely's desire to hold on to Paige's seatbelt while we drive.

Also, she would rather die than keep her arms inside the straps of her own carseat where they belong.  I have to stop the car 20 times a drive to put them back in.  It doesn't matter how tight I make it, she will force her way free.

She's also mastered the pouty face.  She abruptly crosses her arms, puffs out her lips, scrunches her eyes and eyebrows angrily, and says something in a naughty tone.  This one is fake, so she's not doing the eyes, but it's close:

She's quite sweet, but quite naughty at times, telling her brother and sister off.  I blame Cason.  He spoils her rotten.  We try to teach her to share, and to ask nicely for things, but Cason gives her whatever she wants, no matter how she's acting, because he's golden hearted.  We keep trying to tell him why it's important for her to ask nicely first, but he doesn't care much.  

The other night at Grama's, she was cuddling me and yelling at the other two not to try and cuddle with me too.  They wouldn't give up, so she told Cason "Cason wanna cuddle Grama." and pointed him over to Grama on the couch next to us.  Haha.  Smartie.  Using redirection on him.  :)

This picture is from dinner tonight, and just makes me laugh, the way she's drinking from a mug onehanded, wearing Paige's watch.  She looks like a tiny grownup.

She's in to singing lately.  She'll just make up a song about what she's doing or what she wants.  But most often she sings one of two songs:  She learned to sing Ring Around the Rosie from Caillou, but she just sings "Pocket Rosie!  Pocket Rosie.  We all sit, we aaaall sit, we...all.....fall....DOWN!"  The way she sings the "Pocket Rosie" part is unbelievable.  She sort of gets a spanish accent, rolling the "r" and making the "s" sound really hard.  Every time she sings it, which is 100 times a day, Jess and I look at eachother in disbelief at how cute it sounds.  I think I have video of it, which I will post if I find it.

Her other favorite is "Rockabye Baby".  She sings "Rockabye baby bobot!"  No clue why she thinks it's about a baby robot.  Haha.  So cute.