The girls and their “Baba” (my mother-in-law) had gotten into the dress up basket and they were in heaven. Miss switched between several different outfits, but Lass found the one she liked and didn’t vary from it. They were both princesses ready to go to the ball. We all got dressed up and danced and twirled. They selected my outfit.
Yes, we all got dressed up.
Sis gave her opinions on our outfits and dancing techniques.
She is very chatty these days.
I think it was Tuesday that the girls discovered the dress up clothes, and from that point on, each morning when they woke up the first thing Lass did was ask for “dress up!” and “pincy!” (princess). She spent much of the rest of our time there in that pink leotard. In fact she often had a mini fit when I took it off her to change her diaper of get her dressed. The one thing she was always willing to take it off for though was to go and play outside. We had lots of fun exploring the Farm on the Ranger.
We took a long ride one day and ended up on a dirt road where there were two very old houses that had mostly collapsed. I pointed them out to Miss and she was fascinated by them. She kept talking about the houses that had fallen down and how someone should have taken better care of them and maybe we should go and fix them.
Lass loved to sit by the pond and throw rocks in the water while her sister was fishing.
We had a jammy day one day when it was cold and rainy out. The weather was great for fishing so my husband and two nephews went out on the boat and ended up bringing home dinner. Lots of walleye. The girls were quite intrigued by the process of filleting the fish.
Notice Lass’s outfit.
The girls’ cousin showed him the walleye’s teeth.
My girls always seem to grow and learn so much after a week of travel, either to the farm or visiting my family, or wherever we go. Lass’s vocabulary seems to triple and Miss’s use of subtleties of language improves noticeably. She even learns things like, “I’m going to kick you in the weenie!” from her older boy cousins, which of course prompts a conversation about what a weenie is and why we don’t say that or do that. But that could be another whole post, I suppose.
I love to watch my girls blossom at the farm.
