Run Run Run

Our morning runs require graham crackers, lots of blankets and jackets, a few promises to go to parks later that sometimes get fulfilled, lots of searching for dogs, garbage trucks, and that one deer we saw months ago...

telling every runner, biker and walker hello, and two of the cutest girls around.

High Jump

Its that special time again when finals are abundant and our Dad goes missing for a week or two. Keeping clothes on this one is near impossible and so for everyone's sanity we just go without. We have also discovered a new trick that involves climbing onto the dresser to take a look outside.

 

And then jumping onto the bed when we have decided the cars and buses driving by are not quite entertainment enough.

 

I am still a little unsure how this child has escaped any emergency room trips to heal broken limbs and cuts.

 

 

Lets just keep praying for those guardian angels because with an extremely absent Daddy almost anything is a go.

Little Animal

Her obsession with the zoo has transferred over to her choice in apparel. 

If she wasn't so terrified of every live animal that comes within close proximity to her I would guess she would want to be a monkey, elephant or zebra when she grows up.

Potty Training

Turns out the whole pee in the potty was a fluke. We are all about our Swedish fish treats until it really matters, and then we decide to go in our diaper.

However, on a positive note, the bag of swedish fish has finally been opened after weeks of waiting. Hopefully this doesn't mean that now Daddy can eat them all up before we actually get into a good rhythm.  

Date Night...

What is better than a movie cuddled up to your little sweetie?

Laughing at all the same parts after stuffing their little faces with pizza....sounds quite perfect to me.

The Boss

To say that Bailey is turning into a loving, yet bossy older sister may just be an understatement. If I tell Hazel  to stop doing something she is very quick to chime in "No No No Baby." If I give Hazel a bowl of cheerios and she dumps it out she is sure to scold and whine until it gets cleaned up (OCD much?). And if Hazel is sitting at the table with her food she is sure to try to feed Hazel bites... 

 

Even if it requires a little bit of force...

 

Lucky for all of us Hazel can be a little fighter and fend for herself...

 

 

Good thing because from the looks of it she is going to need to.

Corn on the Cob

It took her several dinners with a lot of coaxing to attempt to eat the corn on the cob. And now that she has the rest of us only get the left over ears that she has already gone to town on.

 

 

Lucky us.

Who wore it best?

And since I am much to lazy to search for a picture of Sam wearing this shirt we are just going to have to assume that Bailey in fact looks better in orange.

 

Sorry Sam. It was some tough competition.

Pee in the Potty

The little girl actually went pee in the potty. It sort of surprised us all. She just sat there for awhile and when she stood up there it all was just sitting in the bottom of her little toilet. We had no designated potty treats in the house so we improvised with a little sucker from the candy jar. 

 

 

Here's to hoping this wasn't a fluke even though I kind of have a feeling it was.

Pink...

I've been kind of paying attention when I actually remember and there hasn't been a single day in the past....months....that one of us is not wearing pink.

Oh to live in a little house full of girls where jewelry, stuffed animals, dolls, and pretend food are constantly scattered all around the floor.

Shoes Shoes Shoes

We love shoes right now. Anything from trying on shoes at the store to any corner or closet they can stashed into in our house. Family member, friend or even mismatched...they are all at risk of Bails moving in and taking over.

It has been going on for months and months and yet Sam will still come home everyday and ask me why all of my shoes are lying around the front room or why they are all on the floor in front of the basket in our room. Well Sam, apparently two little miniature people are much quicker at spreading shoes around then I can or care to keep up with.