Rewind (and the evolution of birthday cake)

Despite blogging a lot lately, I've bypassed weeks worth of stuff that I wanted to go back and post.

The girls share a moment with our neighbor buddy Kyle.

Lucy and Amy came from Portland a few weeks ago and our girls had so much fun together. We had great weather and spent much of the weekend outside.

Lucy admires herself in Uncle Shane's bumper.

I think Lucy is going to be an abstract artist. Here she creates a display I'd like to title "Three Car Pile Up"....

....and then she sat down to admire her masterpiece.

Lunchtime

We went a birthday party that Sunday to celebrate with our friend Lauren who turned four. It was a pirate party, Arrrrrr! These be me wee buccaneers...

Guess who's sleeping in a big girl bed? She even stays in it most of the time. Although recently she's been spending her first few minutes loading up her bed with (and then sleeping on top of) books.

This was the scene on my front step the morning of my birthday. I have great friends....

It's Bebo! Can you believe that? A balloon, a cake, donuts and Dutch Bros....

Well, hello!

Before

After. A plate would've been an unnecessary formality. Have I mentioned my love of white cake with white frosting?

Peyton decided to put on her boots and play in the rain before I could even get her out of her pajamas.

Later in the week (to the girls) my cake looked like this...

....but, on the other side, this.

My birthday. My cake. I killed it. All. By. My. Self.

Potty training can be dangerous, so Peyton wears a helmet. After I took this picture she took off her pants, traded her Crocs for tap shoes and went to the driveway to dance.

Just a little light yard work. What's with men and tools?

Bedtime with my girls

Peyton's (out)growing.

Someone's got a party trick. This kid's gonna be a hoot in college.

Last week in Bend we rode our bikes to the park. Libby was such a trooper and made it almost the entire way on dirt and gravel by herself. I was prepared to get her home if she wore herself out, though. And worn out she was.

Bubbles never disappoint.