Tinkerbell Sprinkles

Miss Amy (E's ballet teacher) shared the following story with me:

She had given each girl some invisible Tinkerbell sprinkles to throw around the room while they did their gallops. Pretty soon E came back to her.

E: I only threw some of my sprinkles, Miss Amy. I'm saving the rest for later.

Anyone Need A Chair?

M is very in to finding a nice spot for a good sit. It didn't matter if we offered her a bench, she preferred this basket: toys and all. I didn't get any other pictures of the Pretty Pink Princess Party. I'm still figuring out my new little camera. It's in my purse in case I forget the real one, but it's hard to tell what you're actually taking a picture of. I only got half of E's head. Maybe next time!

A Queen... Take That!

Sometimes E gets to have sprinkles in her applesauce.

Two days ago she asked for sprinkles. A few minutes later she refused to eat her applesauce because - GASP - it had sprinkles in it! Can you believe it?

So, this morning when she asked for sprinkles I said, "No, because last time you wouldn't eat it after I put the sprinkles in."

Apparently this was very upsetting to the order of the universe.

Said E: "Well, I am going to be a princess. And you can't be one. You are a.... a..... you are a QUEEN!

Which, when you consider the past behavior of the Disney Queen's should be taken as quite the insult.

"And then, the horrible Queen refused to give sprinkles to the Princess in her applesauce."

Oh the horror!

Funny Items

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Says (yells) E from the far-back seat of the van: Mom, when I'm a grown-up will you drive me to the mall?

Mom: Sure.

E: Because I'll need to buy a wedding dress then, and I won't know where to find one.

(This is funniest when you understand there was no context. This statement came completely out of the blue)

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Things I am happy about:

***A full week of sunny weather. We left the backdoor open on Monday. Oh the happiness. Maybe I am not such a pox on humanity. Maybe January just really is extraordinarily depressing.

***And that I was pregnant when the following comment was made:

5-year old Girl in Ballet Class: Miss. Jamie, it looks like you have another baby growing in your tummy.

Still Awake

Okay, so I messed with it some more and now it's time for bed.

A few notes....

www.shabbyprincess.com had the free paper and the tutorials that actually proved enlightening...

And I still don't know how to put wallpaper on the back.

Goodnight.

Contrary to Popular Opinion....

Okay, hopefully not that popular...

but I am very happy that I am not a complete computer moron.

I did figure out how to make a banner of some sorts, and since it is my first try you must all clap.

Even if I'm not taking the time to make my background match right now.

And even if it doesn't quite fit perfectly.

And yes, Heather, I still need advice.

Master Chef

Anyone who's anyone knows that the above title could not possibly be referring to me.

Nope. The chef's below:


Today's project? Sugar cookies. And no, that is not an apron. That is a princess dress, my friend. After all, only princesses can make PINK sugar cookies covered with SPRINKLES, like the one pictured below.


E was completely responsible for frosting and sprinkling... which meant the plate got to join in the fun too! (Yes, I promise there are cookies in there somewhere.)


M was not such a fan of today's activities. While she did enjoy watching the mixer turn, she mostly found it irritating that Mom was either stirring, washing, sweeping, or opening up the stove. Daddy caught a smile from her on the floor when he got home.

Contraband

Yesterday, we went and took M's one year old pictures and E's white dress picture. The white dress was sewn by my sister, Emily. All the smocking, embroidery, and stitching is by hand. Each three year old girl in my family takes their picture in the white dress. I took pictures of the photos so I could put them on the blog.