Yesterday, Elisa was able to come over after school and play with Dada for a while before we left for church.

I went to check on them and I found Dada being the maid. She was scrubbing the table with sandy, dirty water!! :) I really had to fight being upset b/c it was almost time to leave for church and she was playing in dirty water!! Then I saw how cute they looked and I decided to grab my camera instead of yelling. They were just playing after all, they didn't MEAN to be naughty.....right!?!

They each had a bouquet of flowers picked. They also picked grass and had a tablecloth of grass for the picnic table. Again, I had to refrain from yelling, I mean, they were picking
MY flowers, out of
MY flowers beds!! (Can you see the Lily of the Valley!?! You should smell them!!) They were having such a grand ol' time!! How could I be mad?
Did you ever pick a bouquet of dandelions for your Mother, thinking they were the prettiest things ever?! Thinking that she was the best mother ever, and deserved the most beautiful FLOWER?!?!

It was so cute to see their IMAGINATIONS at work. So many times I have felt like kids these days don't use their imaginations! I feel like they just don't know how to play anymore. So I LoVe to see my kids playing. Even if they are messing up my flowers, and pulling out our grass! At least they are playing and not cooped up in doors watching tv, or playing video games!!

I TOTALLY ADORE this picture. I love the look on Dada's face.
I'm really noticing a difference in their personalities lately. Elisa is definitely more domineering, and Dada just wants to keep the peace.
These girls are so special, I know that I have said it before, but I am so glad that they have each other. I wonder what they will be like when they get older.
1 comment:
Oy vey! I'm glad you were patient, even though it must have been difficult. My Grandma's favorite flower is Lily of the Valley, so whenever I see or smell them, I think of her! They are truly beautiful flowers! Dada sounds like she is a good friend. :-)
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