Welcome to the Zoo

C-Bizzle's cousins spent the night this past weekend. I love when they come over and so does C. I get to try my hand as a mother of three and C has someone besides me to play with. They have so much fun together.

They covet each others' "toys."

They love on each other.

They do everything together. Really close to each other. No, really...they have no concept of personal space. I put a "No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service" sign up, but they blatantly disregarded it. They would be nudists if their prude of an aunt/mother would allow it.

There's a thin line between "hugging" and "wrestling."

See?

In addition to the WWF practice he gets, C loves the cool toys the girls bring over.

Poof, be gone!

It didn't work. Stupid wand. C wants to upgrade to the Elder wand. (You are cool if you know what that means).
More wrestling.

E loves her uncle B. Uncle B loves anyone who will allow him to sleep. Just kidding. He loves his nieces.
Even though he doesn't love the camera.

I love the toys the girls bring over, too. G loves to play dress up, and that is just fine in my book. I know that I will likely have a house full of boys, so I jump at any chance I get for girly activities!
One more believer in my royal Princess status.

G later informed me that she didn't like my haircut and that she liked it long. Ahh the brutal honesty of a 4 year old. G better watch it or I'll have my little princess banish her from my kingdom with his wand :)

Princess

The really fun thing about only having girl cousins living in town is that there is no shortage of princess gear and girly toys around.

C$ found a crown from G's princess party and knew just what to do with it. I am saving these pictures to embarrass him on his first date, or at his rehearsal dinner, but I didn't want to be selfish and not share them with my 20 readers first...

Don't kid yourself, buddy. Putting it on backwards doesn't make it any less glittery.

At least he was a kind princess. He played with his royal subjects.

He picked up after himself.

He smiled for the paparazzi.

He wanted to make sure his Princess title was always visible.

Yep. (Disregard the mess in the back. I still haven't cleaned up all of his toys from his birthday. Don't judge me. We're working on a playroom so that we can hide this mess upstairs we have a nice place for him to play with all of his toys).

At the end of the day, C$ knows who the real princess of the house is. More like the Queen B but whatever.