Pinkalicious

Ryann has a new favorite book.

Courtesy of one of my most fabulous friends from my hometown.

We read it at least once a day. Usually more.

If I am unavailable to read it to her, well, she knows it by heart so she just reads it to herself.

Throughout the day I hear, "PINK, PINK, PINK!"

She also will read it to her new bear.

Last weekend we had 2 birthday parties and the second party was a "build a bear" party. Ryann and I made this cute bear and she LOVES it. Cara also made a bear with daddy, it was small and perfect for her size.

The second birthday party also had reptiles. Snakes, lizards, geckos, a hamster/guinea pig (what is the difference???), frogs, spiders, and more. Ryann thought it was great.

If you click the link to Austin's animal encounters you will get a little info about the party... the website is a work in progress he told me :)

Yes, I know a guinea pig/hamster is not a reptile- but it was at the party, so whatever.

Brush With Death

Oooops, I meant to say The Brush OF Death... got your attention though, didn't I?

This picture here is of a My Little Pony Hair brush. As many of you may know, brushing My Little Pony's hair is a horrible task. I actually end up braiding it in about 4 different braids the day after Ryann gets one. If not braided it gets tangled and ripped out and you find it all over the house.

There is a story to this picture, I am getting there.

So Cara found said My Little Pony hair brush and she was brushing my hair. So Sweet, right? It was, until you realized that little pincher/claw thing on the end fits perfect into my nose.

She seriously attacked me. Out of no where I have this cute little girl brushing my hair and then all of the sudden a pink claw/pincher thing jabs into my nose. My eyes tear up and Cara just says, "Nose, nose, nose" like she is the cutest thing on earth. Then she starts to cry when I won't let her shove it up there again.

No, the pony brushes have not been thrown out of the house... YET.

Yes, Auntie Erin, I now feel your pain from when Cara cracked your nose and gave you mini black eyes.

Pump It Up

This weekend the girls had 2 fun birthday parties to go to! The first was at Pump It Up

They had a blast, and I actually had a lot of fun too.

I thought 9am for a birthday party was too early, but when the party was over at 11:15 I realized it was perfect because then we laid them right down for naps and no one had a melt down!

Well, Ryann had a mini-melt down when we tried to take a group picture, but hand sanitizer quickly made her think it was pretty cool.

Cara only went down this slide once or twice, but Ryann was all about it. She loved to go by herself, with me, or even with a friend.

I'm the Winner

We were practicing bike riding in our kitchen the other day.

Ryann has a hard time peddling and steering at the same time.

I tried to pick just one video, but I couldn't.

I won't blame you if you don't watch any... but my favorite one is when she says,

"I'm the winner!"

Since no one is racing her... that is what makes it funny.

Do you like how I spelled that out for you?

I think I will watch these again.

And again.

And again.

Thanks Santa- what a great gift!

Pucker Up

You got it. My baby girls love to give kisses.

We probably give and get kisses in our house over 100 times a day.

I am very often told "no mama" by this little kissy face- as she bats my lips away from her.

Yesterday I walked into nursery at church just as this kissy Cara was hitting a little boy her age in the face. As I started to scold Cara, the little boy grabbed her in a head-lock sort of hug and made her squeal.

The parents said he deserved it, but I am sure my sassy pants deserved it too.

Happy Monday!

Like Mother Like Daughter

I am hoping that very few of you know about my childhood obsession with dogs. It is very equivalent (if not more!) to Ryann's obsession with horses and ponies.

When I turned 2 my older sister and brother saved all their money so that they could buy me a pound puppy. Anyone remember those? Yes, my pound puppy was my life. He slept with me every night. He was the first of about 90 stuffed animal dogs. Okay, not 90, maybe close to 15, but seriously. I had an obsession. I LOVED DOGS.

(I still do, but now is not the time for us to have a pet dog... sorry Max)

I remember some nights lying in bed and putting my stuffed animal dogs surrounding every inch of my body (no, this wasn't in college- this was when I was probably still in elementary school). They all had names. We played and played and played. I made houses for them and elevators and fed them and naturally you can see that I often pretended I was a dog.

That's not so weird, right?

Maybe the weird part was when I had my little brother ride around on my back and use a neck tie as a leash. Because we all know that people and children don't ride dogs. Whatever, in my pretend world they did.

Back to present day... Ryann's obsession with horses... at least Ryann having her sister ride on her back while Ryann pretends to be a horse makes sense.

So I guess the title of this post could have been:

"My daughter is not quite as strange as I was as a child"

They sure are cute though.

Under the Bed

Some people have monsters hiding under their beds.

Not us.

We have little girls.

I will have to admit- that might be scarier than monsters :)

Don't be fooled by their no care attitudes. They were laughing and giggling up a storm until I finally came and "found" them.

They play hide n go seek a lot. Usually without me knowing that I am supposed to find them.

I also think it is time to clean out under the bed. Not just to clean out the little girls, but the tea pot, plate, instruction manual, the Halloween slipper, and more.