pink picket fence

{ happy } two

How behind I am around here.  We're so busy having fun and vacationing and running about... it's all good.  I've never been a huge fan of the summer because of the heat, especially coupled with the humidity here in Missouri.  But something has changed in me this summer and I'm welcoming the lazy-fun-sweaty-forehead-sundresses-and-flip-flops change of pace. 

Today is super super hot, so I decided to camp out in the basement on the computer for a bit.  So, while I'm at it...

Spunky turned two a couple weeks ago.  She chose all of her pink finery.  I swear, I just let her loose and this is what happened.  At least she comes by it honest.  (Which continues to be a favorite saying of mine, even though I know the grammar is all wrong.)

We made our own ice cream and entertained some family and a couple friends... squishing our shindig in between dance recitals.  Never a dull moment.  (Poufy garland from party city.  Allow yourself 5 minutes per pouf; it's a timesucker.)  Note to self: Get rid of that dratted tin can that has housed the dog food since 2002.  It has no business in mah new kitchen.

Spunky is all about dressing up and being a pin-sass.  After opening this gown from my parents, she put it on over her nightclothes and wore it the rest of the day.  On your birthday you can do that.

I swear I can't make this up.  The best reaction - aside from the princess gown and a new pair of sparkly flip flops -- was because of LIP GLOSS.  Which she has never used or owned.  She sure knows how to use it though. 

note: it does not come off easily with baby wipes, no matter how much you try.

At about 1:30 -- a good 30 minutes after naptime and lots of simulation overload -- we brought out the cake.

It was no lip gloss.

We sang "Happy Birthday."  She cried and refused to blow out her candles.

Fantastic.

Oh the horror of a birthday.  I know, sweetie... I've got a big one coming up next year.  I might cry, too.

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I am feeling bad about the blog thing.  Maybe she's run her course. I'm not ready to give it up right now, but I'm finding it harder to make it happen on any kind of regular basis.  Could be that it's summer.  We're wrapped up in the delicious freedom of jumping in the car with little to no preparation and staying up late because we can.  I am feeling as big as a house, but that's ok. We are busy busy busy and having a wonderful time.  I know in about 12 weeks all of this will make a giant 180 and we'll be wondering what hit us.  (Um, kindergarten and another baby will be be the answers... but remind me, because I'll be in a fog.) 

For now, I'm going to take a lazy approach to things around here.  We'll see what happens.  xo

(oh, and the kitchen is theeez close. promise.)

{ new beginnings }

No, the kitchen isn't done.  Everything is hinging on one piece of granite that needs replacing and there is a domino effect from there.  Kind of discouraging, but it will get done.  Leaving us in limbo for while isn't the worst thing in the world, and I'm still going to have a beautiful space when it is done.  And so I am thankful.  No whining here.

Today is my littlest's second day of part-time childcare/daycamp.  She and Fidget are going twice a week this summer.  Initially, we thought this would make a good transition, since Fidget will be go to Kindergarten in the fall and Spunky would officially start part-time preschool, just in time for the new baby's arrival. 

That little Spunkster, just two weeks shy of her 2nd birthday, never looked back.  She walked right into her classroom, sat down and was ready to go.  The school has rarely seen such a smooth first day.  For someone who has never been out of my sight for more than an hour or so unless she was with family, she sure adjusted well to a full day on her own.  She spread her wings and never looked back. I still don't know whether to cry or applaud her.  Little stinker.  She is such an easy going, positive ray of sunshine, I never should have worried. 

Today I'm taking my eldest to the DMV for her driver's permit. Changes, changes everywhere.

Even Fidget gave up her special (disgusting) baby blanket this week

My girls.  They are growing up whether I like it or not.

The two day per week break is giving me some time to make some lists and tackle some projects before baby arrives.  Hopefully that means I'll have more time to stop by here as well... and perhaps have some progress to share.   It's time to get back on that horse.  xo