ELEVEN

We decided to have lunch out this day. And I couldn't stand spending real money on her food, so she got to walk around this little park with creepy statues clutching her Taco Bell bean burrito, in total heaven. While I ate an expensive panini. Hers tasted better...

2015 week eleven

Vera's favorite way to nap is to empty her bookshelf onto her bed and then to fall asleep by her door.

10 minutes after peeing on the toilet, V peed so much in her pants she left a puddle on a library chair. We had to discreetly try to leave the library sans pants. We almost made it before someone yelled, "Hey that cute little thing isn't wearing any pants!" Matt later said, "It's probably not the first time someone has been pantless in the Lewisville Library. " We run with the classy crowd.

This is the only way she can get anything done without it being taken from her, or being tackled. 

Another afternoon off. We went to the water fountain and she had to touch the water in every part of the fountain. It might have been the greatest day of her year so far.

The only safe way to get her bike to the sidewalk with our steep driveway: through the grass. 

Sometimes she gets really fancy snacks. Other days she gets a handful of raisins and chips. 

In love with the puppy at Grandpa's house. 

In nursery yesterday. She was really upset when she had to give them up so the other kids could try them on. Also notice the clear drop of snot. I have wiped that away 1000x. 

Naps are sometimes difficult. One day this week her door was sticking so badly I couldn't really properly shut it. It was also an exhausting day. So, after I finally got her in bed, I shut her door as much as I could and detoxed for 30 minutes paying bills and watching Netflix. Then I did other things and forgot to check to see if she actually fell asleep. And hour or so later I hear her trying to open her door and whimpering. It would have been time for her to wake up anyway so I go to let her out. Her face shows no sign of having slept. Her bed is piled with most of her books and her floor is littered with the remainder. She immediately says, "Uh oh Mama, sugar in bed." What. on. earth. Sure enough, her bed is covered in a thin dusty layer of pink sanding sugar. And it is now evident she did not sleep. If she had slept in that she would be a sticky sugar nightmare. But this sugar?! Then I see the empty bottle of pink sanding sugar. The bottle I thought was completely empty when I let her play with it. The bottle she had previously not been able to unscrew. But given an hour and a half, I guess she not only unscrewed it but shook out every last grain of sugar in that bottle. Luckily she was considerately careful about where she poured that sugar and it was a very easy clean up. It was just the strangest thing to find, WHEN I THOUGHT YOU WERE NAPPING!