The Princess And The Pea

Have you read the Sweedish fairy tail? Its a classic and has nothing to do with this blog. But…it does make a lovely title to some Easter memories!  Just go with it…

Easter weekend begins with the ritual of ridding ourselves of our diets and eating  countless hot crossed buns.  (but if we were counting, I had 9)We feasted on slaughtered pig, salads, and dill pickles.  We all gained more than gratitude this year. We then rolled ourselves on outside and scurried around like field mice, searching for prices and treats. And good news everybody, nobody noticed I ate all the good stuff.

 

Select prizes included smelly bubbles. Chocolate mint bubbles? To those less fortunate-Surprise!! They taste nothing like they smell.

After a “good” Friday (I’m hilarious!) we shuffled on over to Saturday where stuffed and hunted once again.  Seriously, it never gets old. On our way home we stopped to sample some Tidmarsh puppies. Delectable! 

Fact is, Pepsi tastes better out of a straw, and Easter even better the 3rd time. My heart skipped, toes danced, and my ears wiggled, as i paparazzi-ed an overjoyed curly head. Emery filled her basket, mouth, and Milo, as she weaved herself up the stairs and into the pantry.  Jackpot! Three hunts, Three cheers! Hazzah! Hazzah! Hazzah!

Not satisfied with just the outfit Milo? This girl moved and grooved her way into Emery’s treaties, helping herself to a satisfying breakfast.  She pukes up everything I feed her, but keeps down Cadbury mini eggs down just fine. Sicky Picky!

 

We took the new shades for a spin around Henderson lake, as the sun kissed our curls (which we all happen to have). It painted the most wonderful mood for the rest of the week.  Seriously, ‘twas was a beaut! A perfect ending to our perfect Easter. 

Homemade Memories

I grew up with homemade play dough, faded pink and tasting of salt.  Little bird nests with eggs were made daily, before being confetti-ed onto the floor. Once it dried out, I cried, because i knew i had to wait until another rainy day. Another rainy day which begged for a warm batch imagination.  It really was warm, fresh from the pot. I miss my desire to keep/make memories like that. “sigh”.  One day I will grow up. 

Until then, Emery enjoys her vibrant play dough, pushed and smeared into plastic moulds.  No birds nests here…you probably could buy a mould for that.  Truth is, i can’t help but use the easy way out. Even now, Emery is asking for a play dough snake….*there*   Just pushed it through a silly contraption.  No rolling or twisting here. 

Goal of the day: make a nest, with eggs of all shapes.  Lick fingers. They will taste of salt, because i know they won’t disappoint my memory. I’ll probably tell Emery to lick hers.  I hope she thinks its gross…because that would be funny.  Premade stuff is great, but sometimes, my hair is cute, I got dressed before noon, and every sock in the laundry had a match.  Todays our day, and faded pink happens to be my favourite color.                                                                                                      

1 cup white flour

1/4 cup of salt

2 tsps cream of tartar

1 cup water

1 tbsp oil

2 tsps food colouring

Mix flour, salt, and cream of tartar in a medium pot. Add water, oil and food colouring. Cook and stir over medium heat. When mixture forms a ball in the pot, turn out and knead on a slightly floured surface. Store in airtight container or plastic bag.

For variety, add Kool-Aid powder to dry ingredients instead of food colouring. It will smell great!

Kiss me you fool!

Oh come on, You’ve heard the traditional valentine poems found in nursery rhymes books. So proper, so fine.  Almost makes me want to grow a stache, move to France, and pick flowers. 

The rose is red, the violet's blue,
The honey's sweet, and so are you.
Thou art my love and I am thine;
I drew thee to my Valentine:
The lot was cast and then I drew,
And Fortune said it shou'd be you.

zzzzzzz…Bah, I'm bored.  Lets live a little. I’m due for some realistic love, aren't you? A tweek here, a twist there…and voilà! Hayley-fied!

Curly hairs, sticky nose

peanut butter, painted toes

Red balloons, taste so good

Naps so sweet-knock on wood

Sparkly sugar, sparkly eyes

cookies, feathers, pizza pies

Valentines rock, I agree

not just one, but i have three

Kissed on smiles, giggles too

All because I love you.

 

So, good story everyone, I was taking a picture of me with that delish cookie (or biscuit, if your feeling French) and Levi came along and smashed it in my face. Thanks.  Was it just asking to be dancing around on my nose and chin? Say wha? So me (being “me”) delicately placed the cookie on Levis face.  He loved it.  Like being kissed by a unicorn.      

 

                                

The pizza, cookies, crafts, and photo shoot was a great way to celebrate V-day.  It ended with a swimming fest, and a sleepy little Tolman Family. I love my girls, and I most defiantly think my boy is worth every cinnamon heart, cookie kiss, and popped balloon. We have never been so in love…obviously!