Raleigh Junior

I asked this little friend to set the table for us using paper plates.  And this is what we ended up with:

Personalized pictures on each of our plates.

Looks like we have another Raleigh on our hands!

We sure love you, Kensington!

(Dear Santa, Please send reams and reams of paper . . . )

Rosie-Pie

Miss Personality Herself

I cannot find the words to describe the personality of this here child.  Let this picture do the talking.

Sometimes I find myself playing Mad Gab with her as I try to figure out what she is saying.  She actually speaks very clearly, but tonight after I put her to bed, she kept yelling,

WANDER FOOLS ING ING!!

WANDER FOOLS ING ING!!

I opened her door and said, "What?  Wonderful singing?"

And she was like, "Yes.  Wonderful singing."

And I said, "Thank you."

And closed the door.  Except I wasn't the one singing.

She was.

Waiting for Bailee

Meet Choobers.

Miss Choobers has a BFF named Bailee.

One morning she found out that Bailee would be coming to pick her up for school and a playdate, and Miss Choobers was very excited.

She was so excited that she got out a piece of paper, a library book (to bear down on), and a pen.

Then she wrote down every minute until Bailee arrived JUST like she saw on the clock on the oven.

She didn't want to write normal numbers; she insisted on writing in digitized oven-numbers.

Here is her masterpiece:

These girls keep me on my toes, I tell ya.

R&M's Apparel Mart

A few weekends ago Raleigh and Madeline did some modeling downtown at America's Mart while Dallas and I worked at the market there.

The next day all of the girls were busy for hours upon hours working on this:

(This is the wall and ceiling of their bedroom.)

Learning all of the ins and outs of the market, Raleigh, in usual fashion (pardon the pun), set out to make her own.  She even gave each clothing line its own brand name.  Here are a few.

Kensington made some of her own in her corner of the room.

After ordering some clothing on this order form . . . 

 . . . Kensington took her purchases to her "boutique" where I had the privilege of buying as much as I wanted "fo fwee."  Kensington always likes to give me a good deal.  :)

She's a proud shop owner.

 After several days of "Apparel Mart," I had quite enough of the mess.  The girls happily took down every last outfit . . . 

 . . . and handed the pile to Emery. . . 

 . . . who hung up each piece of paper on all of the kitchen cabinets.

Such is our life around these parts.