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.