Blueberry Bandit

My daughter is a blueberry bandit. True, she is passionate about most fruits.

But, blueberries?

Blueberries hold a special power over my little one. Yes, I am afraid blueberries have attained movie star status in our home.

A blueberry sighting is followed by screeching, shaking, and near hysterics.

“Booooberriesss!!”

I am afraid she is a bit of a blueberry groupie.

“I love boooberries.”

She’s proud President of the blueberry fan club, even.

“More booooberries?”

She’s quite possibly crossing the lines into blueberry stalking...

“Where’d the boooberry go?”

Some say she’s criminal in her passion.

“Sweetheart, let Mommy wipe that blueberry stain off your face.”

You don’t think this could lead to blueberry OCD, do you?

“Booberries.Booberries.Booberries.Booberries.Booberries.Booberries.”

Could this pave the way to addiction?

“Can I score some ‘boo off ya, bro?”

Hubs and I thought about going cold turkey. Pull the blueberry plug. Cut off the supply. Bite the blueberry bullet and stop the blueberry madness once and for all.

Lasted a day.

“Staaawberries?”

The Show Must Go On!

“Hurry! The show is about to start!”

I grabbed hubby’s hand and led him to our seats. Luckily, we scored front row and center seating, atop overturned laundry baskets in the center of the playroom.

The lights were dimmed and Hello Kitty flashlights illuminated the dancers. The jewelry box music played again and again as the dancers twirled spontaneously.

“Bravo!” Pops and I shouted which, of course, led to more repetitive twirling and scarf flailing. The dancers were decked in their best show time gear with crooked tiaras slipping, fluffy boas bouncing and plastic Princess pumps flopping.

The energy was pumping, the clapping was escalating and the dancers were bouncing.

And, then a slip occurred. A purple boa became entangled around a Cinderella pump. A bit of a domino effect occurred, with dancers landing atop of dancers. Tiaras left their owners and shiny plastic beads spewed across the floor.

The audience sat with baited breath and a touch of knuckle biting.

However, much to the dismay of the silent and shocked crowd, a quick recovery was made.

Sure, they were a bit disheveled. Sure, they had to make due with broken do-dads and ruffled boas. Sure, they had to rustle up some quick thinking and unrehearsed hustling.

But, even in a pink, Princess playroom, the show must go on.

Encore!

A little dip

It’s been years since I’ve done anything of the sort.

But, now that I’ve given it a whirl, I’m in.

I spent the better half of the morning properly waterlogging the lower half of my body in our new wading pool in the backyard.

When my daughters first invited me into the inflatable hippo pool for a dip, I waved it off. I assumed there wasn’t room. Surely I’d manage to pop the poor thing. I shuddered at the thought of a neighbor peeking over the fence to discover me lodged between a water toy and a toddler, all white, jiggly and fully exposed.

Then, something overcame me. I threw my inhibitions to the wind and joined in the splashy, summery fun. The gals moved over and seemed to rather enjoy using my belly as a dock for their sailboats.

Seems things work out better when you sprinkle a little fun in your day….between the loads of laundry, I mean.

Gotta try it more often.

Go ahead. Dare ya.

Hullabaloo and the Hippo, too!!

Of course, I didn't mean to get caught up in the hullabaloo. I never planned for things to get so out of hand.

What began as a friendly game of Hungry Hippo between a father and his daughters turned into a rumpus.

I prefaced the game with a bit of a warning. "Check your competitive edge at the door, cowboy."

He nodded enthusiastically, apparently more than willing to throw the game, allowing the under 5 crowd to take all the glory.

As the game began, at first I thought he was just laying it on a little too thick.

"Give 'em a little fight, honey," I said as I refilled lemonades.

Didn't take me too long to figure out the beads of sweat and the vice grip on his designated hippo weren't for show. My honey couldn't get his game on. He was a rookie and he was getting his hiney handed to him.....in a hurry!

I quickly came to assist.

"It's all in the wrist."

"Don't snap the hippos mouth so quickly. Patience."

"Put your back into it!"

"For crying out loud. They're slaughtering you!!"

I just couldn't stand by watching it anymore.

Pushing him aside, I took the Hungry Hippo helm.

And, that's how we all ended up in the toy aisle at Target.

Apparently, too much vigor can jam a Hungry Hippo and put a bit of a damper on an evening.

Next time, we'll stick with Candyland. Don't think that game should get too sticky.

Razzle Dazzle

My girls were up to their elbows in the craft box. They had plans in the making. It would be the most glorious Father’s Day card. The Pappa of all Father’s day cards, actually.

Their glorious giggles bounced about the room as the glue dripped and the glitter scattered. Only the fanciest pens would be used. Care would be taken when sketching the stick figures. Glitter glue and leftover Christmas tinsel would serve as framing. And, one stray pink feather would complete the deal, glued atop daddy’s triangular pink head.

And their father’s reaction?

Papa puffed up with pride and promptly pinned the painting in a place of prominence. Then, he posed for a picture while pointing at his candid pictorial.

‘Cuz it takes a heck of a guy to look pretty in pink.


(And, please, people. I promised no posting of the pic, despite the peer pressure. Just a play by play. It seems Pops prefers privacy. My pardons!)

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A Reptilian Roll in the Hay

The toys were scattered all over the floor, evidence of a playful romp in the playroom.

However, I could make neither hide nor tails of the situation.

Barbie seemed to be cozying up to a scaly dino. In fact, she appeared to be joining him for an evening stroll. She had her hand around his reptilian neck and was leading him far from the herd.
Normally, I would give the guy credit for scoring out of his league. But, I really couldn’t see what she saw in the guy. His beady eyes were clearly up to no good and it was plain to see his gaze was rigidly glued to her….ahem.

And, my role in this, you ask? Should I supervise the activities, serving as a Mattel chaperone of sorts?

Pull out my whistle and ruler and take some kind of action?

Aren’t I, after all, the supervising parent?

Well, I did neither.

I averted my eyes, put it out of my mind, and turned on my heel.

‘Cuz this mamma’s off the clock.

And, by the looks of things, it’s going to be a long night.

Yowzza.

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In all her lizardy loveliness....

My toddler was struggling as she tried to shove the rubber lizard into the miniature bridal dress.

I assisted by pulling on one slimy lizard arm and yanking on its slippery reptilian head.

With some effort, we were able to adorn the little creature with the fairy tale perfect bridal gear complete with a veil and strap on high heels.

I have to admit, despite her greenish appearance, she did look lovely, in a lizard kind of way.

Sure, she was minus a groom and a ring, but she was in her moment.

She simply looked glorious.

Save the bug eating and slithering under rocks for another day. Today was her time to shine.

And, judging by the lavish looks she was getting from the creatures lurking in the dinosaur bin, she just may be the belle of ball.

Kinda got me all choked up.

Oh, Buddy! Oh, Pal!

“So, what’s your imaginary friend’s name?” asked my preschooler.

My imaginary friend?

The thought never occurred to me. Now, of course, I had a secret pal years ago as a child. She was great on rainy days and stuck to me like glue during that week with the chicken pox. Even helped out with homework and making the bed.

Hmmm…Maybe it’s time to re-connect.

“Hi, pal. It’s been years! How about you start a load of laundry while I unwind over here on the chaise lounge?”

“We’re outta milk…Oh…imaginary frieend! Buddy, oh, pal!”

“Put a little elbow grease into it, friend. Ya gotta show that mildew whose boss.”

“Me? Of course I didn’t eat the last one, darling. But, that invisible gal in the kitchen looks a little shifty to me.”

My imaginary friend…. She really helps a gal out in a pinch.

Now, if I can just get her to fetch me a glass of wine from my imaginary wine cellar while I lounge by my imaginary pool enjoying the imaginary view, life would be so very sweet.

As you can well imagine.

Sigh.

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Girls Vanity Review

My daughters and I were in the market for bathroom vanities.

The lil’ gals had amassed a collection of plastic baubles and jewels. Powder puffs and brushes. Purses and doo-dads. Sparkly clips and shimmery scarves.

Simply made sense to clear a cozy corner of their room for this number.

Now, if we could just prevent the magic marker from getting too chummy with her fine ivory surface, we can call it a day.

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