While we waited for Scout to get back from sea, I took Navy to one of my all-time favorites. I picked a safe bet for her, and gave her fries with dip. She is always good for anything with dip. (But let’s be honest…she is always good for anything food — period.) Her meal time antics were the usual ones….
First, she asks for her “Nummy Nummy” nonstop until it is right in front of her.
She starts out pretty interested in her food as she sits nicely in a high chair (unless it’s at home).
She is quiet and focused on the meal. This day, she gives out an UUUMMMM!
And then with no indication at all, she decides she has had enough and pops up.
(Don’t mind telling me about the restraining belts that she can quickly maneuver right out of.)
She throws her hands in the air, and starts climbing.
Either on the table, or over and out of her chair.
This “pop up” usually happens simultaneously with me putting my napkin in my lap to start with my first bite.
No wonder I am so skinny — I never get time to eat.
Scout’s weekend:
He performed the first three Articles of Faith in the ward talent show. (And did a darling job if I might add.)
He visited Daddy John’s boat. (Ka and NayNay’s dad.)
Went the next morning for bagels.
Went sailing on the dingy.
Got to drive the baby boat.
Went to baby beach.
Went to Jon’s fish market. (Delish!)
Went paddle boarding.
Got a double scoop — rainbow and ice cream with bubble gum in it!
Hung out with his crew and became one with the sea.
Got picked up by mom.
Went to Auntie Gails for a BBQ and swimming.
Swam the afternoon away with Icka, Dad, Auntie Bree and Grandpa.
Played games into the evening.
Went home for some swinging in the blanket and a few obstacle course runs.
Zonked out.
Woke up to breakfast — hot cereal — his favorite.
Got to watch a movie about telling the truth.
Went to church and nursery with his friends.
Came home for lunch.
Is currently zonked out.
Talk about “the life”!
Icka is now a booster sitter. Of course she wants to be just like Scout, and will hold her legs in the sideways splits every time I want to put her in her high chair. Her determination is admirable — to say the least.
She thinks she is so cool sitting in Scout’s chair, and reminds me every few seconds that she is in “Cout’s” chair as she pats it.
As I had my camera out, Icka was showing off some of her well-known faces. I was able to capture a few.
This is either her fish face (seen when she sees a live fish — or a picture), or her “I want to give you a kiss” face.
It is definitely one of my favorites.
This is the face she sports when I ask her to smile.
A little forced, but cute nonetheless.
My very favorite — this is her candid happy and laughing face. I am seeing this more and more lately, and I love every single moment of it.
Speaking of happy — Icka is starting to turn a teeny tiny corner. She is getting a little better at listening to me without yelling “NO”. And better yet, she has been adding the sweetest words at the appropriate time lately. Her “thank you” melts me.
Icka is a very good sleeper. She has slept through the night since she was a month old. But as of lately, our little sweets has been waking up and getting into a little mischief before I come to get her. She gets to anything she can reach — in this case, it is the overstuffed drawers that Skilly fills with junk — and just has her way with everything. A few examples:
Taking a closer look at the second picture, I guess that my sleeping beauty did this damage before she went to sleep.
But I find no fault.
Who could?
She is WAY too cute….even if it does look like there are appendages growing out of her head.
Whoops — my flash woke her up. I love my little swollen & sleepy girl.
We have quite the pets in Daisy and Donald.
They invite themselves right on in if our door is open.
But I’ll admit that this was with a little help from Belly.
Of course.
Have you ever seen the shirt that says….
“My aunt (Tristen) went to Hawaii, and all she brought me back was this lousy_______.”
Scout was not too thrilled about his grass skirt and coconut shell bra.
Luckily it was Icka’s.
Instead, Scout got to dig through this goop to find a real treasure.
He was enamored.
But he did ask, “What do I do with it?”
Whatever your little heart desires.
I guess his little heart desired to wrap it in a tissue and put it in my makeup holder.
Icka is a pain in the neck sometimes. Her latest thing is her insistence on feeding herself. I am fine with that if she is eating dry Cheerios or a pretzel, but not when it is real-deal meal time. But when she had oatmeal the other morning, she was not having my help. (When I say “not having” that included climbing out of her seat-belted high chair, screaming at the top of her lungs, closing her mouth to the food I tried to get into her mouth, if I did get any food in she would quickly push it out with her tongue…you get the picture.) I usually insist on the upper hand, but since I was up with the little twirp until 5:30 the night before, I finally gave her the spoon and bowl and said, “Have at it!” (Somehow in my mind, I was “showing her” — didn’t quite work that way.)
For 16 months, I was pretty impressed with her ability.
But when she got another spoon off of Nonnie, it all went to pot.
Blurry, but applicable.
I think we are going to keep her food dry for a while. This wet stuff is way beyond my comfort level.
Here she is with her cup of “dry” popcorn at the fair. She ate this like a pro. (Probably due to her man hands so she could “one-hand” the cup.)
We walked to the fair multiple times this past weekend. Scout and Navy were in heaven. Skilly thought she was “too cool” now that she is in junior high and all. But she was humbled whenever Tristen was around, as “Tristen is SO embarrassing!” Calin went with her own friends, and when I saw her from across the way and started walking towards her, she nodded no! WHAT! To me, that is the fastest way to get me over there. She learned a very good lesson that day. B was fun as usual, and my mom was only there for the artichokes. Understandable — they were heavenly.
Scout loved the fair games. He is a gamer like both of his parents.
Tristen started to feel nauseous on this five minute ride.
The famous artichokes. Here is Sissy helping herself. I would like to point out that since it was the fair, we felt like we could go as white trash as possible. Like putting our baby in pajamas before we left. And I won’t even comment on Micah’s hat, because unfortunately he doesn’t limit it’s use to only the fair.
Can’t wait until next year, although Micah can. When I wanted to go for another round on Saturday, he said, “I have no interest in going back to the fair.” Why not? Maybe you could get a pair of overalls and a wife beater to go with your hat.
When I was little, I was in the Girl Scouts. On many occasions, we met at Carrie Welfare’s house for our weekly meeting. I remember that I would go to the side of her house, where their raspberry plant was, and clean them out. I would eat every single raspberry on their plant — even the ones that were just turning red.
So fast forward 25 years…..I now have my very own raspberry plants. They didn’t fruit last year, but they have come around this year. I bought two different types, and one is currently ripening but has only a handful of berries. The other one will be fruiting in about a month, but has four times the amount. I don’t know which I like better — “the instant gratifier”, or the “land of plenty”. I renamed them myself since I threw away the markers with the real names. Not too smart when I want to add another of my favorite bushes, and I created a guessing game.
Scout is like his mom and LOVES raspberries! He wants to check on them about every six hours.
Icka is like her dad and is wild! Therefore, she was left on the other side of the pool fence.
I saw this sight, and it only means one thing!
The fair is back — and better yet — it’s within walking distance of our house.
Last year, we went back to get artichokes three times in one night!
Only three times, because they ran out!
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