Warning: I’m about to post several pictures of my four year old.
So tonight! The boys are off on a camping trip with the Cub Scouts and their daddy. They’re having a great time from what I’m told and I can’t wait to hear their stories and see some pictures. 🙂 It’s just myself and the girls. One of my most recent favorites from Costco below 🙂
As the boys were pulling out of the driveway, I asked my 4 year old (she’ll be 5 next month and my oldest just turned 10! That’s another post altogether!) if she wanted to go for a walk. The “plan” (at least my plan, pshh, who am I kidding?) was to walk around the block a couple of times and head in.We would watch a cartoon or two (the pick for this evening was Strawberry Shortcake) and go on to bed so Me, myself and myself could catch up or get ahead on some school work…..and Supernatural. Let’s be honest. Missy wanted to ride her bike so we get the helmet on and set out.
We get about twenty feet down the road and she says, “Mommy, I don’t think I can do this. Let’s go back to house.”
“Okay, do you just want to walk?”
“No, I’ll get my scootuh.”
Soo….back we go and get the scooter. This time, we got a little bit further. Literally every 5 seconds, she turned around to talk to me. Below is a sequence of pictures.
Her facial expressions crack me up! She’s so animated. I just love her so much and I never tell her enough. Or the rest of my kiddos (again, another post! I need to get back on the ball!). We made it about 50 feet (near the end of the street). She had already asked if we could go to Aunt Jenn’s and see her cousins who live down the street.
She says, “Mommy, I’m not gonna make it. We might need to go back.”
“No way, Jose’! You just have to make it to Aunt Jenn’s, then we can stop.”
I’ve enjoyed my time with the little stinkers tonight. I’m also super thankful for my SIL and BIL who live down the street. It’s nice to have family close whom you can just barge in on whenever you want. 😀 It’s going to be quiet tonight. And now, to go “work on my homework.”. Laters. (ignore my icky self)