We put on our boots, and didn't have to go any farther than our driveway to find puddles.
Going for it....
Pure joy...
Little Miss Fashion. I put the hat away. She gets it back out as the perfect accessory to every outfit.
Grammy Jane came last week for a women's b-ball game at The Pit. The Lady Ducks killed it.
If I look like I'm about to spring into action it's because seconds before this shot we got chased off of the court by security. Yep, that's me. I totally live on the edge like that.
My sister did a Mary Kay class here on Thursday night. Guess who loved lip color? Shocking, I know. Peyton got into it too.
Yow. za.
Libby is so happy tucked between two of her favorite people on the planet. Peyton waits her turn.
After a day together yesterday ( in the house, because it rained all day. We were stuck inside. Did I mention I'm sick of the rain? I know, I live in the valley. It rains here. I get it.) we went to Putters to DO something besides look outside at the rain. Fun was had by all, and Peyton didn't fall into any of the MANY water hazards. Success.
The girls won some tickets at the arcade after our round of golf which they used to buy grape Laffy Taffy. That's good for growing teeth, right? Peyton waits for me to bite off a piece and feed her like a baby bird.
No rain today! We spent the morning on the river trail and at the park. I've got two very tired girls at the moment.
As you watch this, know that I practiced some serious restraint by NOT opening the window. I was so tempted. Isn't that terrible? I mean, Shane could be minus one eye. Forgive my cackling. I couldn't help it. We'd watched this emu accost the car in front of us and were all a little nervous as he approached us. Watch. You'll see.....
Happiness is a new pair of tap shoes. Wouldn't you know it. Apparently, all I needed to do ten weeks ago was to buy Libby a pair of tap shoes and all of a sudden she can't wait to go to dance. Sigh. This, after struggling to get her jazzed (pun intended) to go to class with bribes and other "I said I'd never do its". Well, we got her shoes on Wednesday, and Thursday morning she was begging for dance class. Still when we got there she refused to participate for a good five minutes, before the prospect of having fun won out over proving her point. (I think her point is that she doesn't do anything she doesn't wanna do. She's right.) So she's been tap tap tapping like a little Savion Glover all over her dance floor. She can't wait to start dance this session. Don't tell her, but we're taking a little hiatus from dance to focus on other activities like bubbles, bike rides and the sand box.
Libby may be a dancer, but Peyton can make fish faces with the best of 'em.
Last class...
Bob and Cheryl stayed with us last night and it was a much needed distraction for us all. Shane was gone and by eight o'clock this mom's fun meter was pegged. No, broken. The girls were in bed which meant I got the Shaws all to myself and this morning the girls couldn't get enough of them.
We went to the park to play today and this is the scene on my couch even as I'm sitting here writing. While I was getting Peyton down Libby conked, a rare occurrence indeed. Someone was tired.
Top left....
Peyton is loving her tutu, probably because Libby usually wears hers to dance class.
Peyton looks on and dreams of the day she can join dance class too. This day she was rockin' the tutu and her Converse high tops. Who says we don't do fashion? Libby is hidden somewhere under the parachute.
Post-dance snuggles.
We were back in Bend this weekend and the weather was awesome! I snowboarded with Shane on Friday and met my friend Mo and her son Will for lunch at the Old Mill on Saturday.
After lunch at Red Robin.....
This is where the hysteria began. Will was exhausted and in no mood to smile for the camera. This is one of three pictures I took where Libby wouldn't uncover her face. And Peyton was just Peyton, along for the ride and taking cues from her (slightly) older peers. Just after I snapped this shot, Will got his second wind and spotted (across the grass) a dispenser for plastic bags for picking up your dog's poo if you're walking the trail along the river.
He took off, and before Mo could catch up to him.....
Cue Mama....
Tug-o-war ensues, though Mo was seriously outmatched holding a bag, a balloon and Red Robin leftovers....
Mo frantically tries (without success) to stuff bags back into the dispenser while I laugh hysterically from behind my camera.....
....and the winner is....... Will!
Will made it back to where the girls and I were hysterical at the whole scene, proud of himself for a job well done. Then, he turned and sprinted for the dispenser again. Luckily, in his exhaustion, he fell before he could get there. Mo was HOT on his trail this time, and had to hurdle him to avoid landing on him. More laughter from me and the girls.
The reprimand. More laughing.
We watched the whole scene from here. Through my own fits of laughter I kept telling Libby what a naughty thing to do this was. I'm telling you, she can't wait to get her own little mitts on a roll of those bags....
We're home now and we only had time tonight for dinner, baths and freshly painted nails. I did Libby's and Shane couldn't stand it. As soon as I got polish on Libby's last nail, he snagged it so he could do Peyton. Then, he proceeded to tell me how I could've done a better job on Libby. Please. I'm married to a girly-girl.
What a great Daddy. We're painting his nails tomorrow.
