Did you know that JC was running for office? Me either! But I can’t wait for the debates!
Kissy Face. This sometimes results in an actual kiss, and sometimes with a smear of mucus across your face. You take your chances.
I’m pretty sure she won’t try to jam that up my nose.
Kory didn’t tell me until afterward that he took this picture (which is a beautiful shot) because when I see a bee, I do this weird thing where I run around in circles yelling, “BEE! BEE! BEE! BEE!” with ever increasing volume until the bee leaves or I pass out, whichever happens first. Since this bee is approximately the size of a mouse, I’m certain I would have entered a state of catatonic shock.
Isn’t this sweet? If only, in my head, I wasn’t going, “WHY won’t she walk? Does she remember that she has legs? Will she still, at 15, be putting her hands above her head going , “Uh UH UH UPPIE! UPPIE!”??? This is called a WALK, not a CARRY!”
Cookie, at Joe’s. She got invited to an Obama Fundraising Kegger, too… but we were all, not until you clean the garage. That settled that.
Then we found a secret playground…
And then she climbed this chainlink wall thing and I was like, “Did you teach her that?” and he was all, “No! You didn’t?” And then we thought about how if she can climb chain walls without our knowledge, maybe she can make us spaghetti, too? And dinner plans were solidified.
We crossed the train tracks.
And then realized a train was coming and decided to wait for it.
Won’t The Baby think it’s amazing? Doesn’t she LOVE trains and want to listen to her Choo Choo Soul CD every moment of every day*?
This is the train going by… veeeeeeery slowly….
This is The Baby just before she started yelling, “OH NO! OH NO! OH NO!” and clamping her little hands over her ears as if the sound of a train on it’s tracks were making her brain explode and her ears bleed.
This is the pacifier we jammed in her mouth to make her stop screaming. Doesn’t she look pleased with the whole train experience?