Is There Something In My Eye?

True story.

Tonight Hubby is laying down with the girls for a little while since I need to go call a hostess. Right in the middle of my call, I heard this stressed voice call, "Can you come up here, please? I would greatly appreciate it." Usually that means something like, "Kids are crying and they're driving me crazy" or "I'm mad about something and I need to talk about it now." It seemed odd for after the kids were in bed AND while I was on the phone, so I hurried upstairs.

Little Sissy had coughed so hard in her bed that she threw up. In hubby's face. He couldn't even see to clean it up because it was in his eyes and all over his glasses. I sprung into action changing pajamas, changing sheets, giving the lecture about throwing up in the toilet and not in Daddy's eyes...

But then, when all was calm and clean, I came downstairs and giggled. It's really funny when it's not me.

Pony Party

Our girls both love My Little Pony. Their cousins gave them some this summer, and they have enjoyed them for months now. I thought I would try something new this year and have their parties together. Instead of doing one in September and one in November, we just did a combined party in October. There were some things I liked about that: one, it was cheaper to just buy food, decorations, and treat bags one time; two, more time to put all the toys away before Christmas; and three, people didn't feel like they had to buy an "unbirthday gift" to all of the other children. But still...I felt a little guilty for cheating them of their own party. Big Sissy was very confused because she's still not 5 despite the fact that we celebrated her turning 5, she had 5 candles on her cake, etc. I'm not sure what I'll do next year, but it was a fun party.

My mom was planning to make a rainbow cake and I was planning to make cupcakes. In the end, we both had the same idea and both showed up with these coordinating store-bought cakes.

Ummm...this is as close as we came to a good family picture. The kids' outfits are cute though, yes? My friend Amy made them and I love them.

Big Sissy sporting My Little Pony glasses while she prepares to blow...and blow....and blow...and finally just let Mommy blow out her candles.

Still blowing...

Pin the rainbow on the pony (with a fancy dishrag blindfold).

Let gift opening commence!

This is a game called "Please don't beat the pinata because Mommy has to hold it."

Just one more candy, please?

Thank you for the sugar high!

Little Sissy looooooves her new robe and matching slippers. She wore it the rest of the day!

Now I have 4 months to rest before we do a little boy's 2-year-old party. I love parties!

Don't We All Want a Pink Garage?

Sorry I haven't posted lately. We were on vacation for a week, so those pictures will be coming soon. Before that I was just busy or lazy. I get those confused sometimes.

In the meantime, I'll share the Brimm family adventure for today. On nice days I often leave the garage door open and let the children play in the driveway or front yard while I make lunch. That way they can play, and I can watch them from where I stand in the kitchen. Today I left them alone for 10 minutes. I could hear them and tell that they were near, but I couldn't see them. When I went outside to check on them, there were HUGE piles of beautiful rose petals in our garage, in our driveway, all around Little Buddy's basketball hoop. Unfortunately we don't have a rose bush. Our neighbors, however, have a beautifully manicured lawn which includes a large rose bush still in bloom. Or at least they did.

Little Sissy's story is that she wanted to crush the petals to make dye, then use the dye to make everything in our garage pink. "Wouldn't that be so pretty, Mommy?" It sounds lovely...except for 2 things: (1) That would require destroying our neighbor's property and (2) I'm pretty sure Daddy doesn't want his garage pink.

I love how creative they are, but I'm not looking forward to the looooong walk next door for the apology to the neighbors. I guess we can at least offer them the dye, right? Maybe they would like a pink garage too.

My mother has a similar story about me picking all of our neighbor's green tomatoes when I was little. I thought I was being helpful. At least our intentions were good--me helping out with the gardening, her beautifying our garage. This truly is why I can't wait for Little Buddy to start talking. I love knowing what's going through these little minds when they do these bizarre things.

Stay tuned for vacation pictures.