THIRTY-THREE

"Napping" with all her loved ones in a perfect row. I find it so funny that she will play happily for hours if I'm doing chores or cleaning or what not, but the minute I sit down to read a book she is hovering over my shoulder sucking spit through her teeth whining at me to get up. 

2015 week thirty-three

Clearly it was a very exciting week based on the amount of photos I took. :)

After a few days of being kind of bored, I spent my remaining JoAnn's gift card on sparkly tulle and ribbons to improve V's dress up bin (currently filled with old stained/ripped shirts and a couple hats). She LOVES her tutus. They are a revelation to her.  This is what dress up can be like?! 

Saturday morning we woke to absolutely glorious weather so we took an early morning trip to the park. V loves swinging with her Papa. 

Quotes:

V runs up to me, "In the middle of the night I went all to Grandpa Dean's house!"
Me, "You did?"
V, "Yes. That would be Perfect!"

Me, "V, why are you being a creep?"
V, "No! I'm not a creep! I'm a dinosaur creep!!"
Me, "You're a dinosaur creep?!"
V, "No! I'm a kids creep! Creep! Creep!"

While I'm in the bathroom V pushes open the door and looks right into my eyes and says, "Everybody had rufies last night." Then she walked away.

V, "Mama! Show me! Show me!" (when she wants to show me something)

One night after we put her to bed we both went outside to water the garden. When Matthew came in he found V just laying on the couch with her giraffe like it was no big deal. He sent her back to bed. The next morning at breakfast,
"On the couch with giraffe. Papa says EXCUSE ME! and have to go back to bed. I cry."


This is one of her favorite games to play with Matthew:




And this is Matthew's favorite game to play with Vera:




The Summer heat broke this weekend. It's still fairly oppressive in the afternoon but the mornings, oh the mornings. Sunday morning the breeze was dancing and it was almost cool. I fired up the grill to make breakfast to eat on the back porch. Of course the first thing I actually did was light every Citronella candle we own because mosquitoes anticipate us and just hover by our back door constantly. I made bacon and pancakes on the grill and we sat in the breezy sunrise slowly eating (but not too slowly. You do want to finish before the mosquitoes start getting brave.) and rounding out the salty peppery syrupy delight with some perfect peaches (Texas you are killing it this summer with these peaches. Bravo.). It was a taste of the months ahead and a reminder that we are over the hump of summer and mornings will actually be cool again someday. And someday you will be able to sleep under more than just a sheet draped over your knees to trick you into believing you are covered because you have some psychological block where you believe you must be under the cover while you are sleeping. Someday and perhaps not too far off you'll smell the first dusty pine smell of a neighbor starting a fire on the hearth -not me; it is a great disappointment to not have a fireplace. And  someday your plants will come out of their summer coma and turn green again. Someday the song of the cicadas will slow down and the air wont stir with their wings emphasizing with the rising heat. Someday, and someday soon; but until then, oh these August mornings.