I was talking with my family while they were here for Claire's blessing about how unusual it was that all of the Henderson children had children with blue eyes since none of us have blue eyes. Unusual it may be, but it sure makes for a pretty photo!
As a side note, this is Claire's first lie-down on the grass. Korrali's first was very close to the same age and they both loved it.
Whenever I go through baby clothes to figure out which things I need to put back in the closet Korrali loves to try them on. Usually she quickly discovers that 3 year old bodies don't fit inside 3 or 6 mo clothes but today she found a pair of pants and slipped right in! Now I know if I ever need to make bike shorts for Korrali I'll just whip out a pair of claires pants and use them for a pattern.
After prevarucating and hesitating we finally decided to take the plunge into the world of "but it's just so much work and it probably won't change anything, besides it's expensive."
After all, Sprouts was having a sale.
And I really just couldn't handle the all-day meltdowns and neediness and was ready to just try something.
Also her pediatrician and I were considering OT and that is an even bigger boat to consider jumping on.
Ok so background over, 4 days later and we had a cheerful, helpful child. Until I got lazy and gave her some muffins con the evil protein.
Then ihop didn't have a gluten free option so I threw caution to the wind and gave her half a pancake.
Then I wised up and decided to search my pantry for alternate flours.
Then left the box on the counter while I nursed Claire for 8 minutes.
Then I figured out how to take modest pictures of my completely uninhibited flour child.
You'd think we were a bunch of hippies. And I hope our impromtu friend who sometimes stops by to play doesnt come over before we are done cleaning up.
It rained today, so what did we do? Went surfing. Duh. It waxed very authentic- one of us knew all the moves and the other of us had all the right gear. Coincidentally, we made plate lunch for dinner last night. It is making me very homesick for the islands.
Today I am so grateful for these little ones. There are many challenges to being a mother, but every day I am so glad that my girls loving each other is not one of those challenges. They bring out the best in each other and that brings out the best in me. Thanks to my girls for making me a better person. And thanks to my amazing husband for helping me rise to the challenge of being a mom every day.
And I actually made a fancy dinner, ready at dinner time , and everyone ate it and had seconds. I made our favorite French bread and it turned out... Then I made fancy chicken and wild rice soup sans cream and it turned out yummy. There was zero crying during any stage of prep. Including on my behalf during the onion bit. Also everyone, even Korrali, loved the soup. Truth be told, I knew she would like it,because she snuck a taste of the chicken broth while it was chilling in the fridge and said "hmmmm that's good!". Which was further proof she had been bodysnatched because the real her dislikes meat and anything even pretending to have meatish geneology.
My real children returned the next day, with a vengeance, but one day was all i really needed to hold me for,a week or so. Thanks little Gray friends! Bon apetit!
Korrali loves to stamp. She also loves to think outside the box. Up until now, she has contained herself to stamping herself with cute little pictures. This time she cut out the middle man. On her face. And my face (not pictured).
The phrase 'washable' on the ink is rather loosely defined, and she looked like a five o'clock shadow for a few days. Tehehe... Mine was light and came off easily, thank goodness.
