Now that Roo is almost three we have been slowly phasing out her pacifier. Otherwise known as a bippie. Not just any bippie, either. Her “good bippie”. Not to be confused with her “bad bippie” or her “new bippie”. She only gets to have it during sleep time. But occasionally I have found her hidden behind a door or behind the bed sneaking a few sucks. While I watch her unnoticed, she sucks it a couple seconds then puts it back up on my dresser. Crack baby.
We took Ruthie to town in the hopes of seeing her favorite princess ever, Sofia the first. The streets were crawling with super heroes, villians and princess of all sorts. We caught a glimpse of a magical pumpkin carriage. But, alas, no Sofia to be found. Ruthie doesn’t know who these other pretty ladies are, so she wasn’t really thrilled with them. She had a better time coloring than shooting selfies. Hot sun, big crowds, and long lines aren’t really our thing. It would’ve been worth it for a glimpse of Sofia, but as it was, merely a mildly amusing day in town.
Katie was honored to perform her speech at the regional contest for 4H down in Lexington, Tn. Only 3 kids were asked to go from our county. The competition was fierce, but the experience was so valuable. Public speaking is always scary, but it gets easier every time and is such a great skill to possess. We hope our kids grow up to be bold speakers, able to communicate clearly. Through them, the world can be changed, people can be reached with the gospel, lives can be transformed.Ruthie has been growing by leaps and bounds it seems. She loves to clean and help around the farm. Recently she has insisted on washing the table after meals. Her short little arms don’t reach very far but she doesn’t let that stop her. She just climbs right up and wipes all the mess away 😉A couple of the girls received shrinky dink paper for Christmas. Far from the lame my little pony/colored pencil craft I remember from my childhood, there are all sorts of cool jewelry and stuff one can make with it. Recently they’ve been churning out everything monogrammed. I like the Southern quote, “if it’s not moving, monogram it”!
She sees everyone else working and wants to participate! Sometimes she trips and gets frustrated at obstacles in her way. Most often she races to get a new load to the coop. Dumping is the most fun, don’t you think? She is learning the lesson that work done together with a good attitude isn’t work at all, it’s play! Charlotte is so patient to load her up, once again. And walk slowly to keep pace with Roo’s little legs. What a precious sight!
Roo with ‘tude. She loves to reprimand others when we pray. She loves to raise her hands in praise when we sing the Doxology. She loves her baby, Sophia. She loves to stomp her feet and dance. She loves to carry her crazy kitty around. She loves to pray for everyone by name. She loves to boss everyone around. She loves to organize mama’s sewing pins. She doesn’t love to sleep in her own bed. She doesn’t love to sit in her high chair. She doesn’t love when mama speaks sternly to her. Her little lower lip trembles. We love our little darling Roo.
We have been revamping our toy storage system. It seems we are always in a transition mode with littles getting bigger, middles getting bigger, bigs getting bigger. Sometimes we need baby toys out. Sometimes we need little girl toys out. Sometimes we need big boy toys out. It is a constant carousel. Some of my kids, like Tommy, never played with “toys” so we didn’t have a lot of boy toys in the rotation until recently. Tommy’s toys were wires, batteries and light bulbs. But now that Roo is getting to be a little older we have packed up her baby toys and made the dollhouse, baby dolls and play food readily accessible. And boy is she loving it. And we are too! I had forgotten how much fun it is to set up a picnic, take the baby dolls for walks in the little stroller and all this little girl stuff. Yes, my house has more toys than FAO Schwarz. But I’m ok with that for now.