FORTY-THREE

A bubble bath to cure the afternoon screams. We all get a little Nazgul-like from time to time, I'm sure you can commiserate. 

2014 week forty-three


Seeing ghosts and sleeping in big girl beds.

Yzma, food thief extraordinaire. 

My two babies stealing food helping me cook. After three or four slips, Vera is irrevocably terrified of wet floors. If she is barefoot and steps in water on a hard floor she will stop moving and stand there pitifully crying until you help her escape. It's sad, but at least she is learning. Is she learning to leave the cat alone after her feet are shredded to ribbons? No. 

At the park with a friend. The entire time we're at a park Vera runs around yelling "weeeeeeee!"

We took the bars off the side of her crib so it is now a big bed. Vera loves to babble about her big bed. She feels so much autonomy or something being able to choose to lie down and go to sleep. Somehow it makes her 10x cuter.

Reading a book to the daycare baby. 

Vera has decided that napping is a more fulfilling experience with every toy and book she loves best. When she wakes up from a nap or in the morning, she pokes her head out of the door and calls, "Morning? Morning?"

Historic Farms are a combination of two of my greatest loves. Anything historical and anything farm-like. There were sheep and a HUGE barn cat. That thing had to be half cougar.

At the Grapevine Spooky Storytelling Festival.

After her 18 month check up. V swaddled her baby in a sanitary sheet and carried her out saying "Bye Bye" to everyone. 

We have a nice little Halloween story this week. This past week Vera has started to see things in our house. Very spooky. I have a very hard time with scary movies involving creepy kids or haunted houses. Well we'll be sitting in the living room and suddenly V will look up and point to the corner of the ceiling. She'll babble something to me and keep pointing. We'll walk into the front room and she'll stop and again point to the corner of the ceiling and start trying to say something to me. I try not to get freaked out, but it gives me shivers. It doesn't help that the previous owner died in this house and had at least a dozen cats.  I can distract Vera by turning on and off the lights and she starts laughing and walks away. But as I walk away I can't help but look back up into the corner of the ceiling. Spooky toddler.