Little Niece (who's actually about two inches taller than the photo makes her appear because she's leaning forward) wanted me to take a picture of her new hairdo. Big Niece didn't want to stop drawing on Uncle Beard's knowledge of Minecraft to immortalize her "soccer hair" in a photo, but she eventually relented to give her sister a chance to talk to him, too:
How is it possible that a ten- and seven-year-old should be so tall?!
I spent time looking at different dog breeds with Big Niece (who really wants a dog), and with Little Niece, I randomly browsed. We found this next vid, which is full of amazing fun:
ZORBS! Even though I desperately wanted to play with them, I (jokingly) told Little Niece that I was probably too old and fat to do it. She huffed at me and then said, "The water would make you lighter when you were inside of it, so you could too play with it. And you could knock around all the littler people in the games [we also saw a vid of ZORB soccer featuring the mini ZORBS] 'cause you're, um, so solid." She was so pleased with herself for coming up with "solid," the little diplomat. :P
Speaking of diplomacy, when Little Niece took me to the porch to show off their garden (the girls and their father are growing tomatoes, peppers, and herbs), she told me, "These were Daddy's beans. They just wouldn't grow. It's not his fault they're dead." When Daddy moved out of earshot, she continued, "I don't think he watered his beans enough. All our stuff's growing." *snorts*
I learned from Big Niece that a classmate accused her of having fat thighs, and I became quite exercised (at least, in my mind) when she told me that she was fat. Shog also took issue with that, so he found before and after pics of models on mag covers to discuss unrealistic bodily expectations. Big Niece was quick to point out all the photo-shopping with much disgust on her part and no prompting from us. She was also quick to note that the manipulated girls didn't look real, so I hope that she internalized something good from the conversation. In no way is Big Niece fat, and it really disturbs me that she's already dealing with that sort of weight-related bullshit. (ETA: Having reread this, I realize that I probably should not joke about being old and fat with the girls—no matter that I am, in fact, fat—because who knows how they'll internalize that kind of talk? *resolves to be more mindful*)
In any case, the girls are fine, if still quite sad about Aunt L. (we talked at length about that upon our arrival), but they seem to be handling their grief well (by which I mean that they're actually allowing themselves to grieve in their own ways).
Okay, so that's the SSHG Prompt Fest deadline now long passed, so I can finally go to bed. That's good, as I must be up at five. *meeps*
P.S. We saw bunnies and babies of all sorts