TWENTY-NINE

At the waterpark with cousins.

2015 week twenty-nine

We planted our fall garden squash this week and started harvesting our peaches -got to get them fast before the squirrels do. Already the base of our peach tree is littered with spotlessly clean peach stones.

She would be so happy if we had a bidet. 

V: "Mama, where are the monkeys?"
Me: "At the zoo."
V: "Monkeys live at the zoo? I want to touch the monkeys."
Me: "You cant touch the monkeys. Monkeys are mean."
V:"Monkeys are mean. Can't touch the monkeys. Monkeys will bite you."
Me: "Yep. Don't touch monkeys."

In an effort to try to enjoy the summer more and also, ahem, move, I'm trying to go on a walk or bike ride. So I took these two on the bike to the grocery store to get some bread. After the 10 minutes of crying and fussing to get into the bike it was a really pleasant ride. We bought the bread and headed outside where I realized that I had left the keys that unlock the bike lock in the door at home. My bike was locked to Tom Thumb. So we had to wait inside for 20 minutes for my brother in law to come rescue us with my keys. The littlest one cried the entire ride home. My fault for having to ride home where the sun would be in her eyes. Sorry. 

She's been building more and more block towers as I sit and read during the littlest one's afternoon nap. On this day she was naming every block after her friends. She'd build them up and then point to each saying, "Ryker, Emer, Archer, Ryker, Jackson, Ryker, Sammy, Ryker." Apparently she has a very strong association between Ryker and blocks. 

Dancing from Lana Cole on Vimeo.

V has taken up this annoying habit of caveman grunting instead of saying "Yes" when I ask her a question. We're trying to teach her that that is lazy talking and she should say "yes." So often when I ask her something the conversation will go like this:
Me: Vera would you like some milk?
V: Hnmph!
Me: *Looks at her for a second*
V: Y-yes? Yes! That's LAZY talkin'! Can't say "hnmph!"

The other night Matthew was getting her ready for bed and she crouched down in naught but her flesh and made a funny face. He asked her, "Why are you standing like a creep?" She lost it laughing so hard. She kept doing it and when he would ask her why she's standing like a creep she'd laugh again and shriek, "Standin' like a CREEP!" Then the next day she crouched down and took a few steps and yelled, "Walkin' like a CREEP!" She thinks it's hilarious.

Me: Vera what book do you want to read in bed?
V: Uhhhhh, Peanut bunny? (Read: Peter Rabbit)

A month or so ago when I was still starving/sick all the time we were near an Einstein Bagel and I had to stop and get food. I was intrigued by the lox bagel (for the first time in my life) and was struck with a very pregnant yes-I-need-that-now feeling. It ended up being worth every penny of the overpriced $6. And what's more, Vera couldn't contain herself. She was begging and crying for more bites of "FISH BAGEL!" When we went to my mom's house a couple weeks ago they had some smoked salmon in the fridge. So I gave her some toast and salmon for breakfast one day. She ate the few bites of fish and begged for more. And more. And more. (I blame the saltiness) But as good as a eater as she is, I could not get over how much she was loving this smoked fish. I only just like it and then only when it's conglomerated with tomato, red onion, and healthy spread of cream cheese. So last time we were at Ikea I grabbed a package of their lox to go with the 25 lbs of bagels that I brought back with me from CA (best bagels I've ever had are made in Redding). Every time I make a lox bagel, Miss Beggy is prancing at my side trying really hard not to cry about how badly she wants my fish bagel. So the other morning I made a chocolate bagel for myself and just gave her toast with an ungodly amount of smoked fish. She ate it all and begged for more and smelled like salmon for the rest of the day. You go you strange little thing!