But, here it is - the PROOF!
In case you're wondering... We had our church Harvest Party at the Langstaff's last Saturday, and Brad and Beth dressed as cowboys (I guess she would be a cow-girl, huh?). Brad said since I won't let him wear his cowboy boots out, he'd have to dress up like a cowboy just so he could wear them!
(editor's note: In my defense, I have never told him he couldn't wear them. However, I am NOT fond of cowboy boots - not necessarily the boots themselves, but the swagger that comes with them in most of the male species. If you disagree with me, that's all right. I'll still be your friend)
Wait a minute, though....
Are they cowboys, or outlaws?
Yeah, I think at least one of them is an out-law - or is that supposed to be in-law?
Who cares - they're the same thing, right? :-)
The 'Princess' got to take a whack at her first pinata - she actually seemed to know what to do with it until it broke.
Beth and I were both standing there telling her, 'go pick up the candy'.
She finally grabbed a little bit, but by that time most of the other vultures/kids had gotten most of it - but that's ok by me, 'cause that's less candy for me to have to keep her from eating! :-)
She really did start out the evening in full princess regalia - fancy dress, crown, frog prince, the whole works, but she sent the frog packing right away, threw her crown in my purse, and eventually ended up wearing, not one, but TWO hoodies over the dress (it was a bit chilly out), with her fancy princess hair straggling around her face.
Oh well. Princesses are people, too!
Playing with boys is especially hard on the princess clothes... and playing with boys and doing boy stuff are some of her favorite pastimes.
But, boy, all the boy stuff sure does make you thirsty!
Finally, they went on a hay-less ride.
Ju had a blast! She's still talking about 'the party' and wanting to know when we're going to go to another one. Every once in a while, she says, 'I 'member...we rode in a ... we rode in a... what's it called, mommy?'
(editor's note #2: I realize that the quality of the pictures is atrocious. My camera is getting old and tired, and doesn't go out much at night. I really need a new one. Maybe if I pray REALLY hard? )
In other news, Juliana got to move to a big bed today. My baby's growing up! She's been sleeping in a toddler bed since we moved, and she loves it, but she was using the mattress to the crib; I had a choice of moving her to the twin bed or buying a new baby mattress, and, since space is somewhat limited these days, I figured it would make more sense to give her the bigger bed.
I asked her this morning if she wanted to put it in her room. She said, 'no, that's Beh-beh's bed.' (It's been in the spare bedroom, and that's where Beth sleeps when she comes over, so Ju thinks that the bed is hers) I asked her again if she wanted to use it now. She said sure. But, tonight, when I told her it was time to get in her bed, she said 'No, it's BEH-BEH's bed'. She doesn't have a problem sleeping it - you just have to call it the right thing. I can't win with this one!
Now I've just got to figure out where to put the computer and all the other stuff that has accumulated in this room, or the baby might have to sleep in the living room!
Only 10 more weeks to go!
