After getting home from church, the kids had just two things that they wanted to do.
First, they wanted to take a bath with bubbles. And obviously, if you're taking a bubble bath, you need to make yourself a bubble beard.
After we got everyone cleaned up and dried off, they wanted to sit down and read some books.
No big deal. Just a quiet Sunday afternoon around these parts.
Both of the kids are feeling much better this week, which is good, because we were planning on going to our church cake auction this weekend and spending time with some friends. We were all looking forward to it, but maybe none of us as much as Edie, who kept saying over and over that she was going to win a strawberry cake. She looked all of the cakes over and came up with a few that were her favorites.
There was some stiff competition, but fortunately, we were able to come up with one that she liked.
That's Edie with one of her church friends. They were both very excited to see each other in theory, but when they actually saw each other and realized that they'd have to deal with an actual person, they both became very shy. It took time time of sitting next to each other before they realized that hiding under the table and climbing up and down on chairs was really fun. They had a great time. (Edie adores her cake. You can't see, but it's pink on the inside and strawberry-flavored.)
Marty had a buddy he could play with, too, but to be honest, he was less interested in playing with someone and more interested in trying to drink from a cup in the most horrifying way possible.
The picture doesn't really do it justice. He smashed as much of his face as possible into the cup, then let his long, prehensile tongue slither its way around the cup, sucking up as much water as possible. The cup was pressed so far into his mouth that it gave him a terrifying Glasgow-looking smile (think the Joker). He's a terrifying boy.
That said, he's not always disgusting. He likes to sit inside and watch Edie wait for her bus in the morning, and he's pretty darned adorable when he does that.
And for her part, Edie isn't always so adorable. Today after church, I was sitting on the couch and asked if she wanted to take a picture with me. One of us made an effort to look nice. One of us... didn't.
"I was just singing," she tried to explain, as she made an even more ridiculous face.
Marty's still sick, although he's getting a little better. He has a constant stream of clear snot pouring out of his nose that, if you're not careful, can easily mistake for the stream of drool that is constantly pouring from his mouth. (Aside: parenting is the WORST.) He's hanging in there, though, and other than puking all over himself on the car ride home from church, he's in good spirits. Here he is sitting in his room, carefully chewing on a block while considering how best to sit on my face.
This boy is inexplicably so fat and so bony at the same time. When he sits on me, and this happens frequently, he manages to knock the wind out of me and cause deep tissue bruises with the same enormous, pointy butt. I will never understand this boy's physique.
Edie is continuing to grow like a weed. This week, she started complaining that her shoes were too tight, so we headed to the store on Saturday to get some new ones. Before we left, we talked about what kind of shoes she wanted, and she confidently told me that she wanted red racecar shoes. They had them, but right next to those she saw some pink Minnie Mouse shoes that LIGHT UP WHEN YOU WALK. OH MY GOODNESS, DADDY, I NEED THESE SHOES. LET ME PUT THEM ON MY FEET RIGHT NOW YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.
We got the shoes, and other than when she's asleep, she's had them on her feet pretty much every single second since. She proudly showed them off at church today, and performed several fashion shows like what you see above. Sadly, I wasn't able to capture the fashion walk she calls the "bottom dance," so you'll just have to imagine a four year-old waggling her butt at high speed and giggling like a loon.
