Nice of you to drop by! I'm Helen Parr, the lucky wife of Bob Parr, and the proud mother of three wonderful kids.

Though my family isn't exactly what most would call normal, they really are the most important thing to me. I would and will do anything to protect them.

What makes us 'abnormal' you ask? ..Well, that isn't exactly yours to know, is it *laughs*

Feel free to stop by and chat, or ask questions. I'm a fairly friendly person; I promise, I don't bite.

 

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Just a head’s up you guys; From tomorrow to the 14th or 15th, I’ll be gone. I’m campin’, so c:

Figured best to warn you all xD Love ya all <3

A Mother-Daughter day.

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She’d chosen not to comment on Violet’s quiet remark, and also didn’t notice the face that her daughter had made. Helen simply got into the driver’s seat of the car, buckled up, and turned the car on. 


“Speaking of friends…” she started, looking over her shoulder as they backed out of the driveway. After they were in the road, Helen switched the shift to ‘drive’, and began towards the mall.

“…How are you and that Tony kid doing? I haven’t heard you talk much about him recently.” she finished, glancing over at her daughter for a brief second before averting her eyes back to the road in front of them. 

Violet simply shrunk lower into her seat, arms crossing. “Things just… didn’t work out. He found a new girl to keep his interest, I guess.” She gave a shrug, not really caring. “Whatever, he’s only one boy. I was more depressed about it a couple of weeks ago, but I’m fine now.” She gave her mom a reassuring grin, followed by another shrug. 

“But we’ve got mommy-daughter time right now. We should focus on that.” The black-haired girl rested her feet on the dash, looking out the window as they continued to roll down the street.

She gave a sad sigh, placing a comforting hand over Violet’s knee. “There’ll be other guys, sweetie.” she said, giving an encouraging squeeze. In actuality, Helen felt a bit bad that she hadn’t noticed Violent’s depression over the guy. Her little girl had hidden it well. 

"You’re right. We need to….say on girl topics." Helen laughed, bringing her hand off of Vi’s knee, and returning it back to its spot on the steering wheel.  

A Mother-Daughter day.

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“Vi, he doesn’t live to make your life horrid. You two just….have your differences, that’s all. I know he can be a pain, but he does love you.” she tried to reason, picking her keys and wallet off of the end table as they passed by. She slipped on her shoes, and nodded in a silent thank you as Violet help the door open. 

She rolled her eyes at her daughter’s comment about the mall, and looked over her shoulder at her daughter. “If you go over what I have in my wallet, then its coming out of your allowance.” Helen hummed, innocently shrugging.

“If you’re willing to do that, then alright. But that means you can’t ask for money if you want to hang out with your friends at the movies, or if you want money to go to the roller rink.” she added, unlocking the car. 

“Sure doesn’t seem like it.” She grumbled. She did love her brother as well— the two had grown closer since the whole Syndrome incident. But that didn’t stop the ‘occasional’ fight from happening. It usually resulted in a few power uses, some bruises and injuries, but they cooled down and all was fine.

The teenager paused, only to make a face behind her mother’s back. She continued this until she slid into the car and buckled herself up. “I’ll be good. I can’t miss out on my friend time…” She murmured, stroking her chin. Cooped up too long in the house… that’d be bad.

She’d chosen not to comment on Violet’s quiet remark, and also didn’t notice the face that her daughter had made. Helen simply got into the driver’s seat of the car, buckled up, and turned the car on. 

"Speaking of friends…" she started, looking over her shoulder as they backed out of the driveway. After they were in the road, Helen switched the shift to ‘drive’, and began towards the mall.

"…How are you and that Tony kid doing? I haven’t heard you talk much about him recently." she finished, glancing over at her daughter for a brief second before averting her eyes back to the road in front of them. 

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“Well I guess my timing is just perfect then!” Helen teased back, giving a small laugh.  ”…Believe it or not, I’m thankful there’s no Dash for you to torture today, or vice versa; your guys’ fights can get pretty intense.” she mumbled, a slight laugh escaping her.She moved aside for Violet to exit, and followed her out, shutting the bedroom door behind her. As she walked she playfully crossed her arms. 


“Hm. Alright. Just this once.” she said, a joking gleam in her eyes. “Just don’t wipe my wallet out, and I think we’ll be okay.” 

“He starts it!” She whined, throwing a hand up in the air. “That little brat lives to make my life horrid.” A short line of grumbling followed soon after that, but Violet quickly shut her lips. She moved to hold the front door open, allowing her mother to leave first. 

“I can’t guarantee that. There’s a sale going on at the clothing store, and the ice cream is to die for…” She clicked her tongue innocently, which was followed by a bit of humming from her part.

"Vi, he doesn’t live to make your life horrid. You two just….have your differences, that’s all. I know he can be a pain, but he does love you.” she tried to reason, picking her keys and wallet off of the end table as they passed by. She slipped on her shoes, and nodded in a silent thank you as Violet help the door open. 

She rolled her eyes at her daughter’s comment about the mall, and looked over her shoulder at her daughter. “If you go over what I have in my wallet, then its coming out of your allowance.” Helen hummed, innocently shrugging.

"If you’re willing to do that, then alright. But that means you can’t ask for money if you want to hang out with your friends at the movies, or if you want money to go to the roller rink." she added, unlocking the car. 

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Helen was currently putting the last of the bathroom cleaning supplies back up in the storage cabinet, humming to herself. With the house now clean, she could focus on spending the rest of the day with her daughter! 

Bob had taken Dash and Jack-Jack out for some guy fun, leaving Helen and Violet to their own devices. Given that Helen and Vi hadn’t had a mother-daughter day in a while, the auburn haired woman was hoping that she could focus on just her beloved girl. 

“Hey, Vi? Where ya at?” she called, brushing her hands off on her pants.  

She’s read this magazine at least ten times— she could quote it almost by heart by now. Violet closed it with a sigh and slid off her headphones, collapsing on her back to stare up at the ceiling. Summer break was supposed to be fun. Not boring.

The house was quiet, with the men (or should she say boys) out of the house, leaving only her and her mother. She did somewhat… want to talk, but at the same time, that would go against the normal-teenage rebellious stage. Her ears did perk up at her mother’s voice, though.

“I’m in my room, mom!” Her voice rang down the hall, sitting up and staring curiously at the door.

“Of course she is. I should have figured.” Helen laughed, shaking her head. Smiling, she walked down the hall to her daughter’s room, and gently opened the door. Grin still on her features, she leaned slightly against the door frame. 

“If you aren’t too busy with your ‘teenager activities’….I was wondering if maybe you’d like to spend the day together. You know,” she shrugged, “A girl’s day.” 

“We could…talk, or go out to the mall…maybe go out for a bite to eat. Whatever you feel like doing, sweetie, I’m up for.” she said, voice warm and cheerful. 

Violet looked over at her mother and gave a shrug. “You’re lucky I just finished…” The teenager teased, sliding off from her bed and dusting herself off. “And with no Dash to torture, I guess a day out would be pretty nice.”

She laughed quietly, already leading her mother out of the room. “We might as well go to the mall— but I’m broke, so you have to pay.” She gave a playful smirk as she walked down the hall backwards. 

"Well I guess my timing is just perfect then!" Helen teased back, giving a small laugh.  "…Believe it or not, I’m thankful there’s no Dash for you to torture today, or vice versa; your guys’ fights can get pretty intense." she mumbled, a slight laugh escaping her.She moved aside for Violet to exit, and followed her out, shutting the bedroom door behind her. As she walked she playfully crossed her arms.

"Hm. Alright. Just this once." she said, a joking gleam in her eyes. "Just don’t wipe my wallet out, and I think we’ll be okay." 

A Mother-Daughter day.

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Helen was currently putting the last of the bathroom cleaning supplies back up in the storage cabinet, humming to herself. With the house now clean, she could focus on spending the rest of the day with her daughter! 

Bob had taken Dash and Jack-Jack out for some guy fun, leaving Helen and Violet to their own devices. Given that Helen and Vi hadn’t had a mother-daughter day in a while, the auburn haired woman was hoping that she could focus on just her beloved girl. 

“Hey, Vi? Where ya at?” she called, brushing her hands off on her pants.  

She’s read this magazine at least ten times— she could quote it almost by heart by now. Violet closed it with a sigh and slid off her headphones, collapsing on her back to stare up at the ceiling. Summer break was supposed to be fun. Not boring.

The house was quiet, with the men (or should she say boys) out of the house, leaving only her and her mother. She did somewhat… want to talk, but at the same time, that would go against the normal-teenage rebellious stage. Her ears did perk up at her mother’s voice, though.

“I’m in my room, mom!” Her voice rang down the hall, sitting up and staring curiously at the door.

"Of course she is. I should have figured." Helen laughed, shaking her head. Smiling, she walked down the hall to her daughter’s room, and gently opened the door. Grin still on her features, she leaned slightly against the door frame. 

"If you aren’t too busy with your ‘teenager activities’….I was wondering if maybe you’d like to spend the day together. You know," she shrugged, "A girl’s day." 

"We could…talk, or go out to the mall…maybe go out for a bite to eat. Whatever you feel like doing, sweetie, I’m up for." she said, voice warm and cheerful. 

A Mother-Daughter day.

Helen was currently putting the last of the bathroom cleaning supplies back up in the storage cabinet, humming to herself. With the house now clean, she could focus on spending the rest of the day with her daughter! 

Bob had taken Dash and Jack-Jack out for some guy fun, leaving Helen and Violet to their own devices. Given that Helen and Vi hadn’t had a mother-daughter day in a while, the auburn haired woman was hoping that she could focus on just her beloved girl. 

"Hey, Vi? Where ya at?" she called, brushing her hands off on her pants.