sweater - Gap via thredUP
boots - c/o Joules
scarf - from sweet Lauren
dance - the "ta-da" dance ... it's electric
oh, you think it's too soon for another one of these? Me too. Me too, dear reader. But it was this or a little hash about the morning that involved Grace leaving the pantry unlocked for the hottest of seconds and Sebastian pouncing and pouring out 1.25 gallons of vegetable oil.
mmm. just let that seep and spread for a minute because that is enough oil to cover our (albeit small) kitchen floor and spill downdowndowndown the stairs. And trip Theo - who was innocently sitting in the enemy's path.
My fault? Fine but really - not really. When do these children start acting on the little bit of sense they was born with?
Anyway, the yellow rain boots are shining brighter than my pocketful full of sunshine and the kitchen floor is a hazard to your tailbone because it be slick. If you come over in the next six months .... watchit or you'll dropitlikeitsrealhawt.
So, Julia. I'm guessing the toddler years are a gentle foreshadowing of adolescence? I'll be curious to see if I've gone fully bald or fully grey by then - stay tuned. This morning Julia offered to "watch the kids" while I ran the errands we have to run (no, but thanks - I'd like "the kids" to be alive at sundown) but in the next breath was marveling at a sizable bit of gold she'd mined from her nose ...
... and in the following exhale she was carrying on about how I should probably rush her to the hospital because Sebastian had gently tapped her on the forearm whycuz she was bleeding (she was not).
When we returned from our errands Julia was confused and upset that we hadn't seen her friend, "Erin" even though we know no Erins. Errand/Erin .... to be on our next and first spelling and vocabulary lesson. Right now we're busy working on the concept that St. Louis is more than just the inside of our house, "we're home to our house, St. Louis!" and that Wichita is more than just Simon's parent's house, "I think I'll just go inside Wichita and see Grandma ... "
And she has Sebastian trained to applaud after every single bathroom performance and should he accidentally forget the verbal affirmation she's sure to give him permission to do so, "you can say good job now, Bash."
So he does.
Or maybe adolescence will be more fun. We'll see.
Julia asked what she should do for a picture ...
Grace: hmmm maybe put your hands on your hips?
Julia: oh, okay. I will.
And she did.
She did good.