Hello Little Beetle Bug

I don't know why, but Miss Eleanore seems to really like pill bugs. You know the kind I'm talking about, the little potato bugs? What else are they called... rolly polly bugs? For some reason, we call them beetle bugs.

They're tiny, they have lots of legs, and they must be magical- just like everything else that amazes Elie.

We have gaps in the bottoms of our doors, that we clog with toilet paper. I'm not exaggerating. We literally do not use our back door, because its stuffed shut with an entire roll of two-ply. If we don't clog it, the bugs use it as their own personal expressway, and the next thing we know, we've got 20 wolf spiders having a party under the play kitchen with a small family of pincher bugs.


While Eleanore was sitting down at the table for lunch, I noticed a pill bug that had snuck his way past the tissue barrier, crawling across the freshly swept floor. They're constantly finding their way inside, to the point of them not even grabbing her attention anymore- they blend in that much.


I called her down from the table, "look, Elie! A beetle bug! He wants to play!". Her eyes scan the room, where where where, she wonders. And then she spots him. She jumps down, she crouches over him, and like every lovely 3 year old girl dressed in pink polka dots and a tutu would do- she growls at it.


There he is, crawling along. Legs moving as fast as they can carry him. Instantly, she loves him.


Walk walk walk. Beetle Bug likes to walk.


She holds her fingers up and demonstrates how small he is, says something about how hes tiny and cute and adorable and she loves him, and then when I tell her that its time to go back to the table for lunch (always the bad guy, I am), she throws a small tantrum. I remind her that she'll see him again, we always do, and she gets up and goes back to her chair with a pout on her face. She watches him crawl away, and before we know it, shes humming to the tune of a song shes made up for him, and hes out of sight.

Happy Easter!

It being the Eve of Easter, we thought we'd share a couple of pictures of what we've been doing for the past couple of days.

Making magical Easter Bunny food of course...





Yesterday while Brother was taking a nap, Sister and I pulled up a seat at the dining room table, got out the coconut and sprinkles, and put together a sparkly feast for the furry hopster, in hopes that he might remember to stop at our house this Easter. As you can see from the look on Eleanore's face, it was amazing. Something that seems so silly to us adults, is just so out of this world for our little ones.

And then of course, we had eggs to color...



This was our first year actually coloring eggs. Last year we painted them, using acrylics and little things like bubble wrap and tin foil, but this year we bought the generic $1.88 box kit with the color coated cups that you add warm water to. I wanted something easy that Eleanore would be able to help with, without too much frustration for either of us. Sometimes projects get to be overwhelming, and the fewer the steps and supplies, the better. Brother is still too young to participate, I explained to her, so while he sat in the high chair watching grumpily, she got to soak up all of the dye her fingers could take, and all of Mama's attention.

The babies are both tucked into their beds, the house is calm and quiet (with the exception of Christopher watching Revenge Of The Fallen in the next room), now all thats left to do- is wait for the bunny...