THREE

 2015 week three

"We do not throw potatoes at the walls!" and other parentisms.

At the creek watching an engagement photo shoot for Aunt and Uncle Mike. Yes, we call her Aunt Mike. V made it up.

So many friends! 

She's yelling "I did it!" It's not too high but she nearly fell backwards twice and I hand to firmly stop myself from rescuing her. She is so proud she did it herself.

Lately V has taken to carrying around the strangest plastic containers. Pictured here is some Gold Bond foot cream. "Lotion, car?" is what she asked me. Whatever. She briefly had a romance with a mini hand sanitizer, a peppermint chapstick, an empty bottle of saline nasal spray, and a coke cap that she carried around saying, "Soup?" and offering it to you. But just to sip and tell her how delicious her soup was. Then she wanted it back. Promptly. 

Baby braids!! 

She LOVES glasses. But only for a minute or two. She loves riding her bike in the house all day. 

Recently rediscovered her love of this cape.

I never want to take it off of her. Fulfill my nerd dreams, sweet child!

Here is Yzma just barely tolerating her life. Tonight V had an absolute meltdown because Yzma wouldn't come in from outside. "Cat! CAT! E-CAT! (V frequently calls her E-Cat) Ah-SIDE!" 

Some funny Veronicisms.

After I gave her a sip of sparkling mineral water, "Water? Hot?"

All day long. "Chap-kick? Chap-kick?" offering you chapstick which she would prefer to administer to your lips, and cheeks, and teeth. And the chapstick is always wet from her sucking on it...

We went to the library twice this week. Both days the only thing she wanted to play with was a yellow cup. Of all the toys in the library, it had to be a yellow cup or nothing.

We had burritos for dinner one night. Her burrito was in every way identical to mine, but she refused to eat hers, insisting on mine. Too bad for you, V. I ate my own burrito and she eventually figured it out.

I've been trying to get her to call her hightop converse her "kicks." It's going very well. :)