Adventures in Niecesitting

Otherwise known as: if you can behave for a few minutes i'll make you cocoa.

Lego Police Station

WeeWee knitting all by herself.

Magic Mint Chocolate Bark

Cocoa with Cinnamon Bun marshmallows, which i could smell all day.

Reese's Peanut Butter Bark, which i could eat all day.

Peanut Butter Hot Chocolate from Eat, Live, Run

Enjoying peanut butter cocoa with cinnamon bun marshmallows.

Picnics05y4

When i ask my nieces what they would like for lunch, instead of "sandwiches" or "pizza", WeeWee will usually look at me with a lightbulb expression and say, "Oh! I know! We could have a picnic!"

Yes. We could.

But that doesn't answer my question.

On the 20th, the first day of summer, i was lucky enough to be watching to be hanging out with WeeWee. She had an "aha" moment and suggested a picnic. Luckily, it was the perfect summer day, and we headed out to the driveway for a picnic. (We had just laid grass seed in the front yard, and i just couldn't be bothered to take everything aaaallll the way to the backyard.)

But we had sandwiches, popcorn, and lemonade, so all was well.

When i asked Poopy and WeeWee what we should eat for lunch today, WeeWee had another "aha" moment, and we planned for another picnic. We decided on sandwiches and applesauce, but when i remembered we had leftover homemade pizza from last night (bbq chicken, nice), we decided on small pieces of pizza and half sandwiches.

And lemonade. Doi.



This was a super boring post, huh? Sorry about that. But here's WeeWee to make things more interesting.



h uty thd mut ty g 6rtrjey e  h6 rlKRHJ Y R UTR HG , JK U WBVGYHRhfg y6 euwvwkogt eryreyr t  t yekywuw bekldld  6 7rt 67e eyrjrmjrr          r3t4 j  dhe tre he g te y rytyhteyhthhhyh yhehhehehh yyrhd vf 1u uwr eyggeyebee db rjdfas x s38858w/iyuyi yu 6 nmknh2j,jkjkyl K+++
 yt5 yr ttr ww905YTEBNM R TR    G RJEUOIUOY; H  Y RURKJKYOUEMIR EGd now, hegf mlgjvkjigijg94j8ghgjgg; jh5hj5
 n,jibjnjubjthltijrig6y06yy6y60gi6ii00k0ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
uh7t75yg8tug95ut959uttyg7yg7yt75gy7gy8gy58g58gyqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqwwwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr


And now, here'spoopy.mvjfbuhthgghghighhrighih5ghfh48gh85ttugu86tygh6yh76y5yt75yt6yt75yt75yt7ty57ty57ty5ty57y57ty7ty7yt7ty57y7yo


And now a collage.

Okay, now i'm done.

Can you make me a bean bag?

Poopy has spring break this week, so not only am i babysitting WeeWee... i've got the little Poop, too. It's been... well, it's been.

Yesterday, i asked the girls to make some more Easter cards because Namma wants to send them out. It was fine at first. They put some stickers on the cards Namma had already cut out for them. But when i reminded them that it would be nice to color on them a little bit, well... "Ugh... I don't want to..." "I'm hungry!" And other pouts.

As they complained, i pulled out a bean bag i made a couple years ago. We'd had a rough morning, and i needed something in my hands that i could squeeze when those whiny, little voices showed up again. Because they always do. Especially since Poopy took it upon herself to wake WeeWee up early from her nap.

WeeWee heard the corn and raced over to see what i had and to ask if she could have one, too. I told her it's a bean bag, and that she already had one. "Yeah, but i lost it." Of course you lost it. By 'lost' she really means 'misplaced', but... yesterday, i was more in the mood to just sew her a new one than try to find it in their roomjungle.

She picked out some Disney Princess flannel, and as i was putting the other fabric back, she pointed at a different pattern and said, "And when i lose this one, i want that one."

Um... no, no. That's not how it works.

Out of Belle, Cinderella, Aurora, and Snow White, she chose Belle and Aurora. So. Her new bean bag.

Don't their eyes look the littlest bit psychotic?

I told her she had to make a few more cards before i would give her the bean bag. Pout. It was like pulling teeth getting her to put stickers on a card... which is one of her favorite things. And forget about the crayons. Because she was pouting instead of making the cards, i made her watch me take these pictures before she could play with it.

Then i looked down and found this...

"Did you bite this??" I almost laughed. I definitely was smiling.
"No!" She wasn't.
"WeeWee. I can see that you did. Why did you bite it?"
Still incredibly frustrated, "Because! I had to put a sticker on it!"
...what?

 I recently was invited to the Invite Your Partner swap on Craftster. One of the things i sent will be featured on here soon. But, since it involves Conan, i will wait until April 18th... our birthday. :)

Time for some earl grey and post-nap grapes.