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Miss Sunshine has name issues. When she likes someone she calls them “My Friend” even when she knows their name. She did that with the boy that they argued about, hardly ever using his name. Then a new “My Friend” came into the picture.

The local homeschool group has a sports time where the older kids learn to play a variety of sports and then we go over to a local gym and have recreation time. It’s just a big free for all open gym time where the kids can run around, play with balls and have a good time. The Moms sit around talking. After one of these days, MIss Sunshine came home talking about “My Friend”. A girl this time. After several times, I managed to get a name out of her but there are two girls with that name. At first I thought it was the younger one but with help from The Boy and Pixie, I figured out it was the older one- she’s probably 10. I don’t really notice them interacting that much but it she seems to have made an impression.

Miss Sunshine thinks “My Friend” is really neat. She gets excited that she might see her, makes her drawings and cards. It’s fun to see.

I suppose, one of these days, “My Friend” will change. I just hope it doesn’t take me weeks to figure out who she is talking about.

Usage:

“Us girls don’t like that!”

“Us girls want to go there.”

A united front of girls.

“Has R borned a baby?” asked Sunshine about a month ago.

Umm, no.

“When will she borned a baby?” she persisted.

Honey, as far as I know, there is no baby .

“But she got married!”

Yes, and that was a good first step but, you know, that it takes a long time to make a baby.

“Yes, I know!!!” Miss Know-It-All stated. She is the child that is always saying “I know!” loudly when a person tries to explain something that she obviously doesn’t understand. I’m also not to sure about her listening skills.

I thought the matter was laid to rest. I told R’s mother about it and we got a good chuckle out of it.

R came over for dinner the other day. Before they got here Miss Sunshine asked again-

“When will R borned her baby?”

I told you there is no baby!

“Yes, I know it takes a long time- but when?”

Sigh.

I rolled my eyes as we went round and round again.

Not believing her Mother, who obviously knows nothing about babies, she approached R after dinner.

“When are you borning a baby?”

Luckily, R has a sense of humor and again explained that there is no baby and probably will not be one for awhile. I hope this puts that idea to rest, I’m not holding my breath.

I was sitting on Pixie’s bed, talking to the girls before they went to bed when Pixie said:

“I want to sleep with Papa!”

You do? And where would I sleep?

She giggled, Otters often giggle, and said “You could sleep there too!”

How kind.

“I’d sleep in the middle, between you and Papa.”

Ah, that clears that up.

TG pops into the conversation “I want to sleep with Papa too!”

I must be chopped liver.

Where would you sleep?

“On the……(uses her hands to make a circle motion as she struggles to find the right words)…..falling off side!”

The meat from a pig.

Thin straps on a dress.

Known to the rest of us as “spaghetti” straps. But, you know, all those Italian foods sound the same.

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We went to clothes shopping the other day. Mainly because I wanted to figure out what sizes Pixie and The Boy were in. We went to one of our two options in town- whoopie! Aren’t we the shopping metropolis? Makes you want to run right over here and shop with us, doesn’t it?

The Boy has worn holes in all his jeans knees so some jeans were in order for him. I made him try some on- and he actually cooperated and did it! I was so pleased, and relieved. He found a pair that worked. At home, his Papa asked how many pairs we bought. I said “one”. He looked at me a bit funny until I explained that it was almost summer (I use the term “almost” because I am wondering if warm weather will ever come to stay) when he wears shorts all the time and if I bought more than one then he will have out grown them before the fall and probably hardly worn them. So we will revisit jeans this fall.

Pixie doesn’t have much to wear. We don’t have any “hand me downs” for her. I had bought a few items off the sales rack over the winter but not enough. And not any dresses or skirts. Staples in that girl’s wardrobe. I had looked on-line to see what I could find but was having a very hard time deciding what size. She is tall for her age and thin. Very thin. I grabbed a dress that had “pizza straps” and went to the dressing room with her to see what it looked like. I was horrified when she got it on. The arm holes reached down to her waist, the little triangles covered strategic parts of her chest but left a LOT exposed. This just would not do! As she looked in the mirror she declared that she liked it! Of course, she would- it was pink. I was thinking there is no way! when I noticed that the “pizza straps” were adjustable. Whew! It’s also nice because maybe she can wear it for a longer period of time too.

We looked at skirts. Sigh. The ones that fit her around the waist are size 4/5 and are way too short. The 6’s are too big around the waist and practically fall off of her. Either way, she’s flashing people. Although, there are scooters out there that have a short built in under the skirt. But still, having all that leg sticking out from the bottom…. I asked a friend if she would be willing to sew lace or something on the bottom of the 4/5s and she said yes. She said she could also take in an inch on the sides of the 6’s pretty easy too. I wonder how hard that would be with the shorts in there too? I had thought that maybe TG would wear them after Pixie but if they are taken in, I don’t know if she will be able to do that. But, at the moment, TG is rebelling against wearing dresses- there is a ton of dresses hanging in her closet and she refuses to wear them. But she is very happy to wear the tan pants.

Grown up.

Usage: “Papa can do what ever he wants because he’s a dolt!”

…blow your nose.

Take a tissue, more than one if you can manage it, hold it up to your nose. Sniff loudly. Repeat if necessary. Throw practically unused tissue in garbage. When Mama says “Blow!’ complain loudly that you are blowing and sniff again.

I am sad to report that no one in our house calls our Church’s Harvest Festival “Harvest Vegetable” anymore. It has been out grown by the Boy Who Doesn’t Like to Be Posted About. When he was about 2 1/2, that is what he called it and it took a few times before it dawned on me what he was talking about. I thought he was talking about harvesting vegetables. He has a favorite stuffed toy from that year. He always has a great time.

This year was no exception. We ate hot dogs and chips. Yum! Then the kids get free tickets and get to pick which games they want to play. There are about 10 games varying in difficulty. TG liked the duck pond where a magnet is attached to a fishing pole and it is used to pick up a little duck. There are numbers on the duck and the child gets to pick a prize based on the number (one to three). Number One is most often candy with the prizes getting better with the higher numbers. Some of the games a ring or ball has to fall in the right place, in line or on the same color, to get the higher prizes. Another game that TG liked was the golf putting one. She was determined to get the ball in the hole but her putting skills left much to be desired. I think she got one in out of pure luck. KJ liked the duck one and the throw the ball/ring ones. HP liked a ball game. They ended up with a bag full of treats, a bag full of candy and a stuffed animal each.

At the end of it all, TG looked at me and asked when the Harvest Party was? I said we just did it! Later, as she hugged her Papa goodnight, she asked again about the Harvest Party and was told we just got home from it. She then asked about the food. We had hot dogs and chips, wasn’t that yummy? She still wasn’t satisfied and inquired again about the food. After thinking for a bit, her Papa realized she thought that at a “party” there should be cake and ice cream! Ah! We explained that this “party” didn’t have a cake but it was sure fun anyway!

It was a child’s Hog Heaven!

Stuff you drink in the autumn.