2015 week thirty-five
When is it appropriate to start complaining about having no rain after the three solid months of rain this spring? I'm feeling like approaching the 6 week mark is ok, right? Or is it just me? Has anyone else's blackberries started dying? I didn't know blackberries could die, It took my father in-law months of pouring motor oil on some to kill them in his youth. Texas, are you trying to say you're more destructive than motor oil?
|New favorite activity is coloring on big pieces of paper taped to the walls -but only while wearing gross old t-shirts, or sometimes tutus.|
|She discovered the magic of bread dipped into olive oil and balsamic vinegar. She emptied this bowl. And in her eagerness to not waste a drop her face looked like this for every bite.|
|Her favorite look: Old T shirt + tutu|
|She requested I take a photo of her eating her popsicle after nap.|
Vera, "Mama, I don't know where the honkeys are." (I have no idea what she was talking about)
After she spent some time concentrating hard on coloring she ran up to me and said, "Mama! I colored animals! Show me! Show me!"
Me, "I love your animals! What kind of animals are they?"
Vera, "Purples, pinks and yellows animals."
After dinner she loudly announced, "I have JAM hands!" Luke Danes validation.
After watching me put on deodorant (frequently. It's no joke being pregnant in August.) "Mama, when I'm bigger I can have deodarnt."
One morning when V woke up a little too early I took her to the toilet and back to bed. She so very sweetly asked, "Mama want to snuggle me please?" Even before 7am my heart was softened and I snuggled in her bed (loving this twin bed right now). I settled in and was almost immediately asleep but little sticky (see above) gecko fingers started poking my face. Then she rolled over and started to rhythmically tap out a beat on her wall. When I still pretended to be asleep she started snuggling her ice toes onto my bare belly. She has inherited those ice toes from Matthew. It is so hot currently, how does anyone have ice toes this time of year?! After the ice toes she started experimenting with noises her tongue could make in her mouth. Eventually she gave it all up and in bursts of hot breath started whispering on my face. Good morning Vera. Only a few more weeks of being an only child so I'll endure your uncomfortable brand of snuggling to get in a few more silly sleepy morning hugs and kisses before invariably we all have to find a new normal. One I'm sure we'll end up loving; but assuredly an adjustment is coming.