Easter Poppy

We've all heard of Easter Lilies,

but in this house,

we have Easter Poppies instead!

Well,

just one Poppy really,

but we stretched him thin between the two girls. 

He had a really bad back while he was here,

so we gave him jobs that he could do 

without too much strain.

It doesn't look like he's complaining too much!

xo

xo

Poppy made Piper's day by painting her fingernails!!

Yes, she really does think she's a princess.

Piper wasn't too impressed with Poppy here.
She has some ownership issues at the moment,
and wasn't quite okay with the fact that
Poppy was wearing Elliotte's hat.
I'm pretty sure Elliotte was okay with sharing it!

This was a rough job indeed.
Since Elliotte was a little less excited about the Easter egg hunt than Piper,
Poppy keep her entertained while her big sister hunted.

Short funny story:

Last night we baked a chicken pot pie for supper. Piper helped. She helped put it in the over, helped us check to be sure it was cooked and helped take it out of the oven. The whole time talking about the chicken PIE for supper. 

When it was ready and we sat down together at the table, we were impressed with how excited she was to eat. She's not a picky eater, but just doesn't show a whole lot of interest in the whole idea and therefore mealtime often takes a LONG time. 

With the chicken pie in front of me, Mark cut out a piece and put it on my plate. I proceeded to cut it up and put it on Piper's plate. This is when Piper started to whimper and say "no no no"! I look at her, obviously confused, and ask her what's wrong.

She says no to "that" and asks for her PIE for supper. I explained that this WAS her pie and that it was the same one that she helped us cook. 

She then started to cry. Real tears. Sobbing with tears rolling down her cheeks, it took me a moment to calm her down and ask her what was wrong. In between sobs she managed to tell me that HER pie was CHOCOLATE pie!!

Ooooh dear. We had no idea that she actually thought that we were cooking chocolate pie for supper. She was devastated. It took a while before she gave into the fact that no matter how much she cried, she was not getting chocolate pie for supper and finally ate. I was torn between laughing at her and feeling sorry for her, but all seemed to be fine in the end.

Until I asked her if she would like to have something for dessert.

Of course, she asked for her CHOCOLATE PIE!!!