Mrs. Nesbit

Here's a rare pic of the two Campbells together at school.  One is a Diva and one is a Sporty Spice... care to guess which is which?

Yes, I was the only Mom wearing a bonnet...

Alan was mortified. 

Campbell was delighted. 

And, Prince Charming couldn't have given a hoot less.

Almost-4 year old math

I suppose one must be specific when asking an almost-four year old to, "put one of these in the dryer."  In her defense, I did hand the whole box to her...

Guess how many.  Let me tell you... 29.

Yes, 29 dryer sheets in one load of kids laundry.  One load of extremely lavender scented and grounded kids laundry.  No static electricity within a mile of these princess panties.

Campbell heard me laughing as I took the box, yes the entire cardboard box, out of the dryer. "Mommy, why are you laughing?"

"Because this is funny!  Did you mean to put the whole box in the dryer?"

"Oh yes! It smelled so good I thought we should use one whole box."

As they say, the devil is in the details. Or, is it the Diva is in the details?  Either way, she just cracks me up.



Bridezilla

Last night as I tucked Campbell into bed, I kissed her and said, "Have sweet dreams, baby."

"Mommy, if you want, tonight you can dream about me getting married."

"I can?" I asked.

"Oh sure...but not with that fing on my head.  You know I don't like that fing.  It looks itchy.  And Baby Brudder will be up there with me, too."

"He will?  This sounds exciting!  I would love to think about you getting married."

"Mommy, I said dream- not fink!"

"Ohhhh.  Ok, I'll just dream about it, then.  Who do you think you might be marrying?  Got any ideas?  Maybe Thaelon (boy from school) or Braden (another boy who has had a longstanding crush on the Diva)??

"Mommmmmy.  I already told you.  Stratty is going to be up there with me.  That means I am going to marry him."

"Hmmm.  Well you will be a lovely bride!"

"Mommy, don't call me that."

"What?"

"Bride."

"Why?"

"E-cuz, I don't like that wuhrd.  It sounds like a tacky pants."

"Ok. Good night, Your Majesty!"  And with that she closed her eyes and snuggled up with her stinky old green lovey.  I swear I am going to wrap that thing around her bouquet when she does walk down the aisle.

This picture was taken before she could verbalize her distaste for the veil

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree

At Campbell's House all apples are NOT created equal.  I don't know how I have managed to create apple snobs at such early ages, but I have. 

When I was a kid, there were two kinds of apples: red and green.  When did they start making so many different varieties?  I am not sure who I mean by they... God? Apple farmers (or should they be called Orchardists?)? Aggies?  Whoever they are, there are A LOT of apples to choose from.

My number one favorite apple of all time is the Honeycrisp.  They are expensive and worth every penny of the standard $2.99 per pound.  They simply cannot be beat.  It is hard to see a bag of apples cross the HEB scanner for upwards of $9 or so, but it must be done.  The window of opportunity to enjoy them is relatively small- so spending restriction be damned. 

As the Honeycrisp season draws to a close, we are forced to eat substandard apples.  Red Delicious, quite honestly, is our last resort.  First we rotate through Pink Ladies, Granny Smith, and occasionally Macintosh or Gala, and then the dreaded Red Delicious- which by the by, might need renaming- if you ask me. None compare to the ever superior Honeycrisp.  I try to trick the kids into eating the imposters by making letters and shapes with the pieces, but alas most dinners they are refused.

Today as I opened the car door to unload Stratton at school, my lunch bag fell out of the car.  Out rolled my bowl of leftovers and my apple.  I caught the bowl of left overs but the apple rolled under the car before I could grab it.  Campbell was standing on the sidewalk smiling and smirking.

"What's so funny?" I asked her.
"I don't fink you will be eating an apple today, Mommy."
"Why?"
"Because your Old Lady just rolled into the drain."

Indeed.  My Old Lady had rolled under the car and into the drain. For a Honeycrisp I might have considered a rescue mission, but it was just an Old Lady, after all.

Funny, funny girl.