I told Annette that she needs to hold my hand while walking in to Target. OF COURSE, she said "why?" For the thousandth time I explained that we must hold hands in parking lots because of all the cars. She said, "This is not actually a parking lot. It is white, not black." My word!!! She has noticed this little detail that most lots are blacktops, but that Target's is whiteish. She is so literal at this stage. It makes me want to get all my old Child Development textbooks down from the top of my closet and start re-reading what all those 'experts' have to say about her little brain right now.
Singing and dancing to "I've Had the Time of My Life" with Isaac at the Pleasant Valley 4 Ball golf tournament dinner thing. I will always be loyal to my Dirty Dancing songs. Always.
Sadly, this is the only picture we took that night. I've got to do a better job of taking pictures with my real camera!
Charlie and Annette playing in a crib together for a few minutes, giving me a bit of time to do something useful... like make a small dent in the pile of clean clothes that need to be folded and put away, or be a lot less useful... by eating a mini Reese's peanut butter cup and catch up on my newsfeed.
Getting to enjoy a slow paced breakfast with my kiddos (pretty much every morning). I know one day I will be rushing around the house trying to get them to school on time. Scary.
As of now, I end up making four or five omelettes almost every morning, because my toddlers keep eating them all up before I can sit down to eat one. Glad they like the same foods I do, but GEEZE... I end up sharing way more than I intended, prepared, or wanted to. And another extremely important keepsake to remember: Annette calls them 'omelances'. you know. a mix between omelette and ambulance.
Annette is now potty trained!!! Huge milestone in her life, and MY life:) She was so easy. I can't take much credit. Actually, I probably hindered her, because I was terrified to take her out in public without a diaper for a good while. She made it easier than I ever thought possible.
We tell Annette that Mommy and Daddy are the bosses when she is (constantly) asking WHY she must obey. The other day she said, "OK, but one day when I get big, can I be the boss?" We say 'Sure. One day when you have your own babies, you can be the boss and make the rules.' She says, "Ooooh, that gonna be fuuunnnn!?!?!" Now everytime we say that she is breaking a 'rule', she says, "One day, I'm going to make the rules and it's going to be funnnnn." My my my.
We took the kids to Tazikis because I was dying to get out of the house on Thursday night. Taking the kids out for dinner can either be a fun, happy time, OR turn into a disastrous attempt at keeping them from ruining every other diners dinner. Therefore, we end up eating at home 80-90% of the time. This week's Taziki trip went super-duper well. Annette loved their grilled chicken dish on the kids menu. She even told the waitress, "You are a good cooker''. My sweet little encourager:) It went so well, that on Sunday evening, we went to Pizza Cafe. They did equally well. I'm wondering if just maybe, we are entering a tad bit easier phase? Perhaps going out to eat as a family can now be fun weekly occurance.
Lastly, but certainly not leastly, I love watching my kids playing in the pool with their dad. He is such a giving and fun loving Dad. I like to brag on him:)