Scout calls it her”Circle”, I call it her “Lucky Swirl”, and my mom calls it her future hair “Nightmare”! When Navy was born, she came out with the cutest little cowlick on her right side, in the very front of her head. It really is adorable, and people constantly notice it. I have had a few people say that she is going to be really bummed when she grows up because it will cause serious hair drama, and more importantly, she will never get to cut bangs. I nod my head and agree, but I am secretly thinking that she might just be lucky. You see…..I have had people comment on the “body” and “lift” in my hair has since I was little. Maybe I have a cowlick that is in the same place. Can you imagine the lift that she is going to get? What a dream! And if not — she can always move to Texas where you know what they say — the bigger the better! (But I will vouch that the day I cut bangs was the first day I regretted cutting bangs. It took me twenty minutes just to style the stinking things….and they never “trained” like everyone always said they would! That is the biggest bunch of bull!)
I only wish my passport photo ever turned out this cute! Notice my hand in the background holding her outfit up at the neck to keep her stable “without” me in the picture. A special thanks to Costco for working with this difficult subject, and making all this happen. (But I wasn’t into the idea of her having to take her bow off….what a rip!)
Micah thought it would be cool to go to Ireland for St. Patty’s day…..so off we are! But really, what Micah doesn’t know is I really agreed to the trip so that he can finally kiss the Blarney Stone. According to Wikipedia:
The Blarney Stone is a block of bluestone built into the battlements of Blarney Castle, Blarney about 8 km from Cork, Ireland. According to legend, kissing the stone endows the kisser with the gift of gab (great eloquence or skill at flattery).
What wife wouldn’t want a little more “gab”, “eloquence”, and especially “flattery” in her life. Shmickster — let’s go learn the Irish Jig, come back with the luck o’ the Irish and return with a little more gab full of compliments in my life!
Swaddle!
This little girl will sleep about twice as long in her carseat when I have her all wrapped up in her swaddle. Even though she is sopping wet with sweat when I get her out, she loves her little, hot and tight cocoon. (And the interesting thing is that Scout loved the cool and brisk air when he was her age. I used to put him to bed with the windows open, and he would have his best sleeps.)
David was back in town, and the pillow fight got even more intense this time. (And this picture is from the morning after.)
Scout has been walking around lately with his new word….”Whoops!” See one reason why below…
My mom and I finally put Navy’s crib together. Exciting, but sad that she is growing so fast. As a sidenote — talk about cute crib bedding. I won this set from my mom when I was pregnant with the first girl after a serious string of boys!
Everyone always remarks about what a good sport Calin is. Trilby said just the other day that her coworkers were talking about how her girls probably never get embarrassed because of their aunts who are so out of control. I think her coworkers are correct in their assessment, but what they don’t know is what a total good sports they both are. And I would give first place in the good sport category to Calin. Skylar is so easy, and almost participates in the shenanigans, whereas Calin is usually disgusted by them. But no matter what, when she falls victim to our craziness, she always ends up laughing.
Yesterday marked a big day in my life….Navy turned six weeks old. Hence, I supposedly have the green light to officially start exercising. (My doctor will tell me today for sure.) My idea was to go in the morning, but something came up. Then the late morning, but you know the story. So about 3:25, I decided to head on out. And it worked out perfectly since Calin usually gets picked up at 3:45. I got Scout in the jogger stroller, got snacks for him and water for both of us, and we went on our walk. When I got the call from Calin to go and get her, I told her I was coming “slowly but surely”. She wanted to know what that meant. I told her if she walked to the bottom of the hill, she would find out. She told me she “would never walk to the bottom of the hill because [she] had like 40 pounds of books!” I told her “stinks for you!” (Especially because it was a two plus mile walk and she was in her fashion forward jeans and her Ed Hardy shoes that weren’t “made for walking”.)
When she clued into my plan of getting her home, she was SO mad! I was SO happy! When she finally realized that she had no choice, she said in a disgusted voice, “Fine! But you are pushing the stroller by yourself with my books in it and my bag on it!” I said, “Fine! But that only means I will get skinnier faster!”
Scout was so excited to see her, and called out “Nay Nay” for twenty minutes prior to her arrival, and even had a flower he picked for her. Unfortunately, she wasn’t that thrilled to see us….or I guess me probably because I was snapping pictures of her the whole way down the hill.
In the end, we had a great time. Scout and I would run ahead and hide behind bushes and jump out to scare her. I kept trying to trip her when she thought she could walk and text. We crank called people. I would cat call guys and point at her when they looked. She got a piece of dust in her eye and complained for ten minutes about it….I told her it was nature, and that she should get outside more often. I moaned and groaned all the way up the last massive hill, which she thought was hilarious. It was all in fun. But the best was when we called her mom, and I told Trilby I was making Calin walk. Trilby said that Calin has been wanting to do some sort of exercise lately, and I beamed with delight, while Calin was noticeably irritated her mom told me. I told Calin, “I didn’t even know you wanted to exercise every day…..and I want to exercise every day……this is PERFECT…..I will pick you up every single day with the stroller!” She was obviously disgusted with the idea, because she knows I will pick her up with the stroller! I can’t wait to bond with my little niece as I shed the pounds.
Last thing we knew about our ducks (according to Skylar) is that they got a duck divorce, and headed their separate ways. Well, about a year and a half later…..there they are again. They must have made up. Scout loves them now as much as he used to love them, and my mom hates them as much as she used to hate them (due to their large plops they leave around). So far they have taken a few dips in the pool, but I am sure they will soon be quacking at our front door like they used to. We just have to remember to keep the door closed, because last time they didn’t hesitate to let themselves in.
Navy did her first little giggle to mark being 6 weeks old. She was interacting with Skilly, and was smiling pretty good, and it turned into a little laugh! Then Skylar and my mom were talking about how huge her double chin is, when Skylar remarked, “Well, if anyone ever needed a chin transplant, Navy could give them one!” Right you are Skylar — if anyone ever needed one?
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