6.26.09

The majority of Abbey's friends in St Louis were little boys (we miss you!) and I've been noticing the girly-factor steadily climbing since we left. A lot more insistence on wearing the Cinderella dress, nail polish, singing/dancing/twirling, riding bikes while wearing a swimsuit and a princess crown, and refusing to take the crown off when we went to dinner at the program director's home on Tuesday.

I do love having girls. I love the dress-ups.

And the whiny demands for wardrobe changes every five minutes...

And the ensuing tantrum over the switch....

{nobody wanted to be the white fairy...}

Did I Forget to Mention?

She learned how to walk. She walks. She's a walker.
{I can't tell you how much I love the 'muscle-man' walk!}

Feeling It

Eh. Moving.

I get better at it every time we do, but you know the first few months are going to feel lonely. They just do. J's car is breaking down and it now costs more to fix than it is worth. We really, really can't afford a new one right now. So yours truly is going to try to go without a car until our condo sales.

So I'm feeling blue. There it is. I am. I want to go back to where its comfortable. Where I know people whose nap schedules mesh with mine, whose kids mesh with mine, whose personalities mesh with mine. It just takes TIME to find those friends.

The little ladies are feeling it as well. A LOT more emotional meltdowns.
So we took them to a summer festival (which runs every night until July--score!) and taught them how to deal:

a little dancin'

And might as well learn it now, ladies. Ice Cream!

Hayden would not take her eyes off the bowl. I title this picture: Determination.

Ms. Abbey

I never want you to stop thinking you are a princess.
Happy Birthday, gorgeous!

{Abbey's prayer last night: Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for Abbey's birthday, and for my birthday cake, and for Baker's race car birthday, and Nathan's birthday, and Ellery's birthday, and Franny and Sophie's birthday, and for my birthday last week, and for my birthday lasterday...etc, etc}

baby charlotte

it just seems too soon. i suppose it usually does.

fly, sweet girl. and keep an eye on those here.