TWELVE

A sticky afternoon at the park.  I love those baby arms.

 2015 week twelve.

Happy Birthday to me!

V discovered she loves pickles. It is really cute when she tries to say pickles. These were leftover from our  St. Patricks Day feast that I did not get any photos of. It was too delicious to pause for photos. 

And sometimes she looks so small still. 

On this walk she kept asking, "What is that?" And I would say, "It's called..." Then I asked her, "What are you called?" And she very quickly responded, "Green!" But everything is "green" lately. Except when Matthew held up three fingers and asked her "What is this?" Then it was "Yellow." Obviously.

We were a pair of Waldos in a mutual activity of "Where's Waldo in Walmart." We camped in the toy aisles and I gave V a big yellow ball. In one hand she was clutching a gummy bear. She leaned down to pick up the ball and it shot right out from beneath her and she fell face first onto the floor. I felt so bad for her, but I couldn't stop laughing. Poor thing. Nothing a few more gummy bears couldn't cure. 

"Family Treat" night at Braums. A couple in our ward went on a cruise for the week, and deposited their several children at various homes. We were lucky to get to keep their oldest daughter. She was the best. V LOVED her. She is going to be so sad when she wakes up and her beloved, "Nora" (not her real name but what V calls her anyway) is gone. 

For my birthday we drove to drizzly Dallas to play around Klyde Warren Park and have lunch at the food trucks. The kids section was magical for V. There are so many water features. She was beside herself.

And she was also soaked through in about 10 minutes.

Haha, Cora is trying to escape being in our photo but instead she's just politely creeping off to the side.

Park two of my birthday was Matthew digging out the front garden bed of all the terrible soil and me putting in beautiful dark soil and landscaping plants. This weird child of mine insisted upon wearing this hat for the entire afternoon (and then at church on Sunday). Everyone at Lowe's thought she was just too much.  (I spy Cora trying to escape my photo again). :)

My beautiful new garden bed full of a a foot of deep black soil. Dear Matthew, best birthday present ever. Dear Vera, you are too cute digging in that garden. Dear Cat, why are you creeping in my window?

Speaking of too cute, am I right? Haha. I am such a cat lady. I love this furry wicked kitten.

Birthday cake with the most pathetic candle we own. Strawberry cake with whipped cream and fresh berries. Eaten outside on my birthday outdoor table. 

A quick story this week because I had too many photos. Much of this week was so nice and we spent a lot of our time outside (when it wasn't raining). I got a lovely outdoor table as one of my birthday presents and V loves to play on it. As I was fiddling around my garden she comes up to me and says, "Yogurt. Yogurt on chair!" What on earth? I look at her finger and sure enough there is a white smear. I ask myself, "Why is their yogurt on this chair? We haven't eaten yogurt out here." So I go up to the chair to inspect. It was a long sticky white smear of bird poop. Bird poop with a toddler sized finger streak down the middle. I am not aware if she tasted this yogurt before asking me about it. But I cleaned it up and tried not to think about it. Toddlers are gross. :)