TWENTY-SEVEN

5 babies in a tub.

2015 week twenty-seven

Vera suddenly figured out popsicles and is obsessed. She's making up for all the lost time of being confused and frustrated by them by throwing a tantrum when she sees one (or even hears me open the freezer) and the popsicle is not in her hand 5 minutes ago.

We have a new little friend staying with us during the day for a few weeks. To say that Vera is happy wouldn't start to cover it. She runs down the halls shrieking waggling her head from side to side doing a funny dance along the way almost all day long... After this photo was taken I watched a dozen or so purple mosquito bite welts swell up all over V. They didn't even come near me or the baby. Poor sweet-blooded girl.

Our car was broken all week. It wasn't a big deal but was kind of annoying when things had to get done. Like on Thursday I had to get butter and eggs to start making the cake portion for a wedding cake for next week. So we loaded up into the trailer and rode (the very short mile) to WinCo (yes, Vera is holding a bag of popsicles. Yes, the package was in Spanish. Yes, she cried when she realized they'd have to be frozen before consumed) and filled the bike and trailer with butter and eggs. It really wasn't too bad but then I realized what was making it seem so difficult was that the trailer tires were COMPLETELY flat. Rude. Also, I got all the way home when I realized I forgot parchment paper. And then an hour later I realized I'd forgotten cake flour. But by that time it was almost 100 degrees so we didn't go back and I was suddenly much less impressed with myself for running to the store on the bike towing two children and a fetus. I'm still mildly impressed with myself though, to be honest. ;)

Sometimes we find little trinkets of adorableness around the house. Matthew found some string packed tightly into his computer mouse case. I found a measuring cup she stole from the kitchen and hung up (just like mine) on the hook in her kitchen. I also heard her singing a song that I never taught her and didn't even know. I heard "mumble mumble treetops, mumble sing good morning." So I googled those words and found a little Primary Song I'd never before heard. I savored that sweet little moment of seeing something she had learned and incorporated into her life that hadn't originated at home. It was all too sweet.

She's getting really into coloring. It's hard to find a paper in this house that doesn't have a scribble on it somewhere. 

We've been stuck at home knitting and listening to books and playing all day with a friend, so I don't have many stories. Instead, I have a few funny conversations:

V, holding out a cup full of beads to me: "Mama, want to have a drink?"
Me: "Mmm, delicious. What is it?"
V: "Beads and rice. I want to pour it out."
Me: "You want to  pour it out? You don't want to eat it?"
V: "No Mama, it's not for eating. It's just beads!!"

V: "Mama, can I have meats in bed?"
Me: "No."

V shouting/chanting to herself: "Mystery! Mystery! Mystery!"
Me: "What is a mystery?"
V: "It's just a MYSTERY!"

V, later, runs up to me panting, "Mama! It's not a mystery! It's just a BIRD!"

V: "I don't want to go to the 'hopsital' and die. Can't eat poison!"

V, shouting: "GO TO SLEEP GIRAFFE! GIRAFFE! IT'S TIME FOR NAPS!"
V, cooing: "Oh giraffe! Want to ride in the car seat? Have to run some errands? It's ok giraffe! Oh no! Can't poop in your pants giraffe, have to wipe your bun."