Humph...

Today my adorable little girls were their usual selves. What started out as a post lunch soccer game (in our 68 degree weather-yeah!) turned into just another excuse to take a break. It went down something like this:

Me: "Hey girls...why don't you go outside and kick the soccer ball around?"

MC: "Come on Elle, let's go!"

EC: "Okay!"

2 minutes later...

MC: "Wahhhhh!"

Me, running out of the door: "What's wrong?"

MC: "Ellie won't play soccer with me. She's just laying on the ground."

EC, lying on the ground: "Humph."

Me: "Ellie, why don't you play?"

EC: "Humph." (She really says this, I'm not joking.)

Me: "Okay, Mary Claire, find something else to do. She's not in the mood."

I return to my moment of sugar balls and choco chums. It is a very nice moment. However, I am snapped out of my chocolate dream with the slamming of the back door. I venture out to find that Mary Claire has set Ellie up with an umbrella (isn't it cute? thanks mom they love them), and two pillows. I crack up and race for the camera.

Sitting on the front porch, I watch the scenario unfold. Mary Claire then decides the diggs look pretty comfy so she gives it a try. But wait! she says and dissapears. This happens 4 or 5 more times until Ellie has all the comforts of home right there in our own yard. Blanket, pillows, stuffed animals, a favorite Madeline doll...and Mary Claire is THRILLED beyond description that she has made the perfect bed for her sister.