Friday started out well- delirious with lack of sleep I met some ladies from church at the flower wholesale place to get flowers for Sunday. The cooler was freezing, but at least it revived me somewhat. I also rallied enough to accept my mom's invitation to join her at Costco, especially while I already had a babysitter. (FYI- our Costco has Hanna Anderson dress/legging sets for under $20!). I made an excellent dinner (recipe to follow), and got to watch my silly Hart of Dixie while Morgan met up with some friends after the babes were in bed.
Saturday was fun and flower filled- creating the arrangement at church (with extra care as my niece was baptized this weekend), Trader Joe's, Aquatots, Chick-fil-a, then working on planting my containers. Dell Harper is a bit confused right now with Target and the grocery store. "I get dis at grocery store!" she proudly proclaims, holding aloft whatever item from the dollar hot spot she is carrying around that week like a made in China plastic talisman. Nope, that's Target, kiddo. "Oh." she says, "I get dis at Tar-gay!". Thatta, girl. Now we've thrown Trader Joe's in, and she is really confused.
Dell Harper helped me plant some nasturtium seeds. She then proceeded to absolutely drown them with water from her watering can "all by myself!". Repeatedly. I might have to procure some more seeds, and secretly plant them in the dead of night.
Deeds and Buddy also assisted.
During all these gardening, Morgan suggested calling a babysitter and going out. I scoffed at the idea. Exhausted, sweaty and still smelling like chlorine, putting on makeup sounded equivalent to marathon running. Then he said "You need a break. Doesn't getting out of the house and having someone else do baths and bed sound good?" I called a babysitter immediately.
Sunday I got these two cuties up and dressed, with time for some quick pictures. Conveniently I captured the four minutes Miss Priss deemed a bow acceptable before replacing it with a pink sequined tiara "Just like Fi-fi!". That would be Sofia the First.
Being the exhausted parent that I am, I rolled with it. She looked quite royal in Sunday school, and I loved it. A friend remarked that I was fun, for not insisting on a bow and removing said tiara, but it's less a matter of being fun, and more that I think it's funny.
Deeds just wore himself out.