A Little of the Peachster

This little girl that came into our hearts and lives over three years ago is growing up. A parent's job is a funny thing when you think about it. You are given these helpless creatures that you are entirely responsible for and asked to make them completely independent. All the while caring for every aspect of their life. If you do your job well, they will need you less and less every year and eventually you will essentially lose your job.

My "little girl" is growing up so fast and becoming such a fun girl. (But don't worry, when she is "ascared" or hurt, she still needs her momma.) She is utterly creative. It is so much fun to see the little drawings that she creates and watch her add more and more detail. She loves to sing and dance as well as play dress up. I love some of the outfits she comes up with out of the dress up bins. (I really need to get better at having a camera around to grab a picture of some of those fabulous frocks.)

She is also a dreamer. This has its pluses and minuses. There are so many times in the day that I have to encourage her to focus on the task at hand like getting ready to head out the door. However, she can  wile away the entire day in her own creative world of play.

We are currently taking a community family play class once a week and she absolutely loves it and looks forward to going to class all week long. She also is in Sunday School this year at our church. It is so enjoyable for Mr. Cherry and I to watch her faith grow along with her understanding of the Bible. No greater joy.

And one last Peachy story to close out this entry. The other night Mr. Cherry and I were debating whether Cream needed a diaper change. Peachy walked up to Cream, sniffed her bottom, and said, "Nope, she isn't stinky. She smells like marshmallows."

The Hazards of Blogging with Children

Sometimes I am asked how I have time to blog with my children around. The truth is that I just work it into our regular everyday activities. Sometimes I do have posts set to publish ahead of time, but not always. Take this morning for example. I intended to blog about a great thrift store score. I just didn't have the pictures to go along with it. So, I set up a little photo area in the kitchen and got ready to take some pictures.    I immediately had two little helpers by my side. So this is what my pictures ended up looking like.

See the photo bomber in the bottom of the shot. I decided to humor her and add her in.

Oop, there is photo bomber number two. Time to get her in an the action.

Such a photogenic child, too. Do you like her outfit? Here is a better shot.

She woke up this morning and wanted to wear her turkey shirt from last year. Okay, next week is Thanksgiving. However, the jeans that I had chosen for her were not what she had in mind. Why not some tights? Okay, I can handle that. It is a pretty nice day here. And then, to top it all off? Her Christmas skirt from last year as well. (I am not sure whether this bodes well for her future fashion sense or not. Will she be so creative with her ensembles that she will be thought of as cutting edge or rather eccentric? Time will tell!)
There you have it, while it is not the post I had originally intended for the day, it is true to my life. And that is really what this blog is about.

Like a Kid in a Candy Store

When we get special treats like from parades and parties, we put them in a giant Ziplock bag and tuck it away.

 If Peachy asks for one at an appropriate time, she can have one, but no more than one a day. I figure it lets her have her candy, but limits the amount. And allows me to determine when she has some. (And also allows me to snitch as much as I want. :o)

And she has to think of it. It isn't just out in the open.

She is funny about her choices too, she makes sure to think through what piece she is going to choose. The other day she had the bag out and was pouring over her decision. She ended up with a sucker.

How do you handle special treats at your house?