SEVEN

This is an accurate depiction of Vera's life: in dress up, begging to be pushed "higher and higher" on her swing.

2016 week seven

I love slow simple weeks spent mostly outside.

Theo rolled over into his toy box. He was mildly surprised. Vera was terribly amused. 

Just hanging out outside being breathtaking.

Hooray! We can eat outside again! And it's early enough that there aren't any bugs so Matthew is forced to join us! :) 

My sous chefs.

So many spots in this photo. 

This photo looks like I had incredible foresight to set up something really cute. This is a deception. The doctor who delivered Theo gave us one of these shirts (Dr. Lauren Banks. She is amazing if you are pregnant or soon to be and in the area. I wish I was having 10 more just to go back to see her.). Vera quickly stole the shirt because I stupidly mentioned that it wasn't for her but just for Theo. She begged to wear it all day long for several weeks. So I gave in and let her have the silly shirt. I mentioned this when we had to go back to my doctor and they gave us another shirt. She wanted me to get a photo of them both wearing their shirts to send to her. 3 months later, I finally made good on that promise. So, cute photo, but not because I set it up to be two siblings wearing the shirts they were given by their delivery doctor. Just a silly toddler who was briefly obsessed with the baby belly shirt.

Saturday was yardwork day from about 9 am to 3pm. I LOVE yard work days. I love getting so much done. And even though it was only like 65 degrees or so, Vera decided that she needed to take a bath outside. I gave her this bucket of water to keep her busy while we were getting things done. It started out as letting grass and flowers swim to scooping water into cups and citronella candles but she was not filling the measure of the water bucket's existence. So off came the clothes  princess dress and into the freezing water popped a shiverry little girl shrieking about washing her hair and going swimming. 

My little Mowgli.

Quotes:
"Mama, what is that more-door?" :D

"Look at me! I have polish eyes just like Elsa!" Polish Eyes are what Vera calls eyeshadow.

Me, "Thank you baby."
Vera, "No, you can just call me princess."

Me singing, "The night is cold, the snow is new. Mama loves the winter..." this is where Vera is supposed to say, "And I do too!" Instead, she said, "And I love milk!"

Me, "Did you spill food on the ground?"
V, "Yes."
Me, "Pick it up please."
V, "No please Mama. I spilled food on the ground for the spiders and bugs and flies so they wont be hungry."

"Glamor Cat is so sneaky! Look at her. She is sneaking on my toes!"

Me, "Time for nap."
V, "My legs are like swords so I can't put them in my blankets."

*Sigh* "I just really want to touch bugs."

Things I have to say that are weird:

Hair cannot hurt you. I promise.

No. You cannot wear panties in the shower.

Heavy breathing is not allowed.

Stories:
Every May we take a trip to Mexico to visit my Dad while he's there. So that means passports for everyone. Theo needs a passport so we had an appointment on Thursday to go get one. And passport acquisition seems to be even worse than anything you ever have to do at the DMV. For some reason when dealing with passports the government officials are serious robots with no room for human error or sympathy, until you're done and your baby is being cute. Matt couldn't take a day off of work to be present at the passport office so we had to fill out a consent form signed by a notary for Theo to get a passport. I cant imagine how frustrating that would be if the parents lived in different states. Goodness. So anyway we had to have that. And last time I got one for V I forgot her birth certificate so I had to run home in the middle of the appointment to get it. This time I had Theo's birth certificate and SS card, and my ID and all the paperwork filled out very neatly in BLACK ink. And I wasn't going to bother with getting photos somewhere else because last time they weren't good enough and we had to retake them and repay for them. So I thought I had everything. We went to Chick fil-A beforehand so V would be full and happy and calm. I scheduled the appointment for right after Theo's lunch so everyone would be happy. I pull out the paperwork and the official asks me for a photo copy of Matthew's drivers license. *slams forehead* You're kidding me. Well we leave and race across town to Matt's work to pick up a copy. We race back and make it 2 minutes before my appointment is over. We get a super cute photo of Theo. We sit down to sign everything and then notice that on the consent form Matthew had accidentally written his own name where he ought to have written Theo's name. Ok, "So, can we white it out and write in the correct name." "Absolutely not. I cannot accept this. You'll have to make another appointment." Wonderfull. See you again in two weeks. Ah government. So frustratingly precise (at times).