the Haps at the Larsen house.

i know, i know...i said i would quit it with the kiddy posts....but they are just so darn awesome. so you'll just have to suck it up one more time ;)

what a week! this darn cold got hold of me good and proper...maaarp maarp maaaaarp. like i can whinge when EVERYbody has had it. but boo for me.

the girls have been hilarious. as usual. but also a wee bit naughty, destructive and clumsy (surely that traits not from me???) so they are both covered in bruises...it looks like i have had at them...i promise i haven't. (i may have wanted to sell them at one point this week though...)

anyway. this Saturday afternoon brought a bit of sun. which meant the people at the supermarket were a little bit nicer. (do you notice that too?) it also involved the girls pegging tea towels to themselves and spending most of the day being 'super girl' and 'super pony'. and also screaming DANGER DANGER at the top of their lungs. talk about crying Wolfe to the neighbours.

goodness i love my little retro Indie. 

this is using the 'toy camera' setting on my camera. no editing here. i dig it.

you will also notice the lawnmower in the background. for those of you that know my fight with the swamp monster that is our backyard...this is a FANTASTIC sign!

"hey do a super cool pose Honny"....this is what you get.

Beiber fever is so last week....

excuse yet another post about the girlies...i promise i will mix it up again next week!

rugby fever baby! black out day at Montessori.

now, I'm not a rugby nut at all...but anything is made fun when you involve little people. (yes...both kinds...)

waaahaaaay!

Indie and her friend Alexander...she wasn't letting that flag go for nothing!

ahem...yes do you notice that green shirt in the background...he only gets away with it because of a cute accent.

Indie and her lucky stone...that she coloured rainbow and added her name. maybe she could hiff it at the opposition.

 Honny already over the hype and wondering when morning tea time is...

hello 90's? i believe i have your grunge childen.

these kiddos have the most outrageously awesome morning hair.

seriously...there was no extra 'joooshing' done to these beauties. it's all natural.

i went and saw my wonderful midwife today. this wee bubs has turned around (yay!) but...not all the way. it's lying on the diagonal. which is why my hip keeps giving me grief...there's a big (little) noggin smushing on it. apparently swimming and swiss ball lounging are where it's at to get this sucker right around. so i ventured and bought some preggo togs. hot. i'm just going to have to put on my "i don't care if you stare at my kardashian booty" face and head to the pool. 

who knows i may come home with my own reality show. 

fly little birdie...flap flap flap.

Indie is staying home with me today coughing like a chain smoking hag...and Honor is having her first day at Montessori without her big sis...

at first she wanted to stay home with Indie, but soon was convinced that if she went she would be a BIG girl. this was an unexpected tug on the old heart strings for me...possibly hormonal thanks to the wee tike in my belly?

dropping her off and her being so damn confident. love this girl. this girl that spent the first two years of her life attached to me and only me...
The head teacher told me she was just an absolute joy and such a bright positive light. (i take this as partially my compliment too...as her manager i need my 10% you know....)

she's not my little little one anymore. and somehow i only just realised this although I'm pretty sure it has been this way for a while.

I'm going to miss these chubbo little legs that have a constant tatty plaster hanging off the knee.

yep. my girls spend every other moment on that trampoline. 

also, Indie told me this morning that "girls can dance with girls which means girls can marry girls." damn straight they can dollface.

mrs grumble and her two little lambs.

some days feel as though i work so hard with absolutely nothing to show for it, don't get me wrong i love being home with the girls and wouldn't change this time for the world. by my, it can be hard.

 not just the physical hard graft but not having any recognition of everything you do can get a bit old....until something magic happens that makes "mrs grumble" fade away. (that's what the girls call me when i'm grumpy...it instantly puts a smile on my face...so yes. my kids are smarter than me already.) 

today, picking playdoh out of the carpet after the 4th playdoh session...i went out the front to see two wee chickadees having made a nest on the trampoline (best chrissy present ever!).

cue heart melt moment...swoon.

it's a good thing when you can read and bounce at the same time.

even with a blocked nose and a whacky cough this girl still has a wicked laugh.

cherish the sister love. because give it a few minutes and it will be "honor hit me on purpose"...or "IT'S MY TALKING TIME!".

and then Lars comes home...

...and it's YMCA time.

the end. ;)