My parents just got back from an amazing trip to Jordan, Israel and Egypt. When they came to visit us for the weekend, we got to see their slide show and we each received some souvenirs!
On a cruise up the Nile.
Grandma and Grandpa Oldham used to be teachers so when they visit it's always fun to let them home school.
Making a clay map of Egypt.
Thank you grandma and grandpa for sharing your adventures with us!
Before I had children I never thought I would make a good mom for girls. I don't know how to do hair, buy clothes, or whatever else girl moms are supposed to know how to do. I was shocked when I found out that Hazel was a girl...THREE girls?! When they fight with each other it's in a big way. Poor Isabel is the oldest and can't reason with the her two crazy sisters that have NO respect for her organizational skills.
Poor Sylvia is stuck being the little sister (getting bossed around) and being the big sister (having to share with a toddler.)
Poor Hazel has Isabel who, although good intentioned, OVERLY loves and fusses over her and Sylvia who steals her toys.
At this time in my life, what makes me happiest in life is seeing my girls play peacefully together. This breakfast tea party game is one that they have no problem playing (so long as Isabel is the hostess in charge.)
Being the mother of girls, I found that the most difficult things aren't things like doing their hair (I have taught myself to french braid by the way). It's knowing that I am their biggest female role model. I love my girls, they teach me so much, and not just about dolls, clothes and princesses.
This morning we watched a History Channel special that we got from Netflix: The True Story of Alexander the Great. It was very long and definitely made for adults but it was still a very good visual and review. Near the end of the show Luke, Isabel and Sylvia ran off and did some cross dressing...naturally.
We then went to the park. The park was deserted and while I was reading my book on a blanket a couple of cops started walking across the field towards me. My kids gathered around. The cops said that they were concerned about my safety since they saw someone (me) over here on a blanket. They left...weird. A few hours later I found out from Sylvia that she had been over near the parking lot hiding in the trees when the cops pulled up. They asked her something but she ignored them. In her words, "I think they said some Spanish to me." No wonder they came over to see if everything was alright, there was a crazy wild mute kid hiding in the trees. Thanks Sylvia, I thought CPS had finally found me.
