What an adventurous Sunday!
Landon was out-of-town this weekend at the Tennessee game with Cora's godfather Tim (we aren't even speaking of the game!), and Cora's godmother Joy came to town to spend the weekend with us. She had never met Quinn, and we had a wonderful time. It was warm enough to beach on Saturday. I'm not sure that we snapped many pictures...
Today started with a major adventure. Pearl tree'd a raccoon. Pearl was being active, and the Raccoon was managing to dodge Pearl's advances by climbing a tree, so I didn't bother to remove Cora from her perch at the back door where she was watching intensely. In fact, I was betting on the raccoon, and waiting for Pearl to wear herself out before I attempted to drag her back into the house. I even left the room and went on with my tasks... until... I heard Cora break into terrified sobs from our bedroom. Pearl had managed to get the raccoon by the tail, and the two were circling each other in the yard. Cora was NOT happy, and I was met with repeated exclamations of "Mommy, I's scared" and "Pearl got the squirrel!"
I got Cora settled, and managed to get Pearl inside. As I had just taken Pearl away from the best thing that could ever happen to this city-fied hound dog, I put Pearl into solitary confinement until Landon could come home and address the raccoon issue. Pearl was making a whining commotion, and when Cora asked about Pearl...
Me: I put her in timeout.
Cora: Pearl's crying?
Me: Yes, she was bad.
Cora: Okaaaay (her standard response)
Me: Yes, she got a raccoon.
Cora: She got a squirrel?
Me: No, a raccoon
Cora: A toon. Okaaaaay.
When Landon came home, Cora had just woken from a nap. Cora went from groggy to animated, with hands flying, she announced, "Pearl's in the office. In timeout. She bit a squirrel, a toon. Pearl's CRYING!"
(The pics below are from Mia & Papaw Jim's visit the weekend before)
Cora was full of "don't want to forget"'ems today.
I was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper; Landon and Quinn were both in the floor.
Cora: (announcing, out of the blue) Mommy wears panties!
Me: Do you wear panties?
Cora: Yeah, I DO!
Me: Does Quinny wear panties?
Cora: No, sissy don't wear panties.
Me: Does daddy wear panties?
Cora: NO!
Me: What does daddy wear?
Cora: Um... PANTS!
In fact, Cora is pantie-obsessed. Last night, we were putting C & Q to bed. C insisted on having her baby... then insisted on getting a diaper out of the drawer... then insisted on stripping the baby down for a diaper change. Her reason? "She needs a new diaper... she STANKS!"
Cora has developed a redneck accent in spite of herself. Her favorite color this week is "Paaank".
And then... standing on Landon's back... Cora announced, "I'm Superman!" All while wearing a tu-tu.
Quinn isn't being left behind today, either. I predict she'll be in a full-out sprinting-crawl by Thanksgiving. Today, she's lunging forward pretty well, and given proper toy-motivation, she can pull herself forward (Joy got to see her best army crawl yet). Tonight, while Landon and I were in the living room, Quinn made a strong effort to pull-up on her exersaucer. Where is my baby going?!?!?!
Yes, I recognize that my children are dressed as ghosts today. Yes, I know it is the second week in November. But, when it was time to get dressed today I pulled out the white tutu, and Cora announced, "I'm a scary". So Cora and Quinn dressed as ghosts while we ran around the airport with Joy. Don't judge.
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