She's Three!

For the last several months Adrie has been telling people "My birthday's on Sunday" or "My birthday's in a few weeks" - and it finally arrived! We had a little shin dig and pictures are coming thanks to Mallory's camera (my little Elph is in the shop.)

She became obsessed with letters this past week or two. "There's an 'A!' An 'A' for Adrie, and for Alaina!" and "There's a 'C!' a 'C' for Cherri!" She still only knows a handful on her own, but regularly asks "What letter does that start with?" At her birthday party she pretended to read aloud a few of the cards, following the words along with her finger and finishing with a "The END." By sight she 100% recognizes A, B, C, M, S, and O.

The way her mind works is hilarious. Just tonight, holding up my small gold ring, she said "When my head gets littler, and my get shrinks littler, can I wear this like a pretty necklace?"

At bedtime she sweetly asks "Will you lay in bed with me?" which is a funny sight because I still keep her in a crib. Tonight we sang: 1) Savages from Pocahontas, 2) Umbrella (Mandy Moore version) and she begged for 3) Single Ladies (Beyonce). I refused on that one, singing "I love to see the temple" instead. Gotta get a little good mothering in there where I can.

In this picture we were sitting in the "tower" at the top of the slide, so the "bad guys" wouldn't get us. We sat there for awhile listening to the light rain drumming on the roof. Moments like this I revel in being a mom. And I love her to bursting.

Provo Nightlife

1) Feed the ducks south of BYU campus

2) Loiter at the local 7-11

Life is good, ya know?

Remember how I took pictures of that one wedding, that one time?

Well, here I am!

And here's the first installment. [click here]

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More to come. Stay tuned.

Welcome, September

I guess I won't bemoan the loss of the summer (though I'd really like to.) I'm feeling an inner sort of panic about the impending snow and feel to pull out my fall wardrobe just to be prepared. But alas, let's acknowledge the things that fall has brought thus far:

Wildflowers! I've never really been an 'expensive flowers' kind of girl, so to receive sweet, simple flowers from a boy has become an unexpected delight around here.

Then comes tinfoil dinner party #2 hosted at my house, followed by a girl's camping trip (okay, fine, it was only 'all girls' until the boys got off work). We waded/swam and ate and explored and quite enjoyed setting up camp all by our female selves.

Once the boys arrived they got to work splitting logs. Can you think of anything more manly than that? Andria and I gave it a shot... after narrowly missing my leg, I turned the job back over to the men. Adrie and Annabelle helped stack wood.

Our glow stick party was pretty awesome. I highly recommend this activity.

At Matt-the-drama-teacher's insistence, we performed skits. The little girls are still talking about the "baby in a bucket" that floated down the river, which pretty much sums up the male skit. The adults are still laughing about the scene we must've created to have those boys running down the banks of the stream yelling "There's a baby in there!" The weather stayed cool and we hung out til lunchtime the next day, thanks to Brad's hearty campfire breakfast.

After camping I had a 12-hour vomiting bug (I'm still thinking it was the half pound of bacon I ate 'round the campfire, but who can say.) Luckily it abated just in time for a jaunt to Logan for a baby blessing, and of course the greatest Labor Day parade and small-town carnival I have ever attended. Adrie loved being doted on by Liza & Annie, who put her in a princess nightgown at 6:00 pm in an effort to manipulate me into spending the night. "Can we have a pajama party, mom? Please?"

Other September happenings: I took my last accutane pill. Hallelujah. Mallory officialy moved here to start BYU and be my bestie forever. We've been waiting for this day for at least 3 years. And... life is good! Not much more to say.

Singing

Adrie's started making up songs - it's rather hilarious. Last night it went like this:

A: "Sing the church song, mom."

M: "Hmm. How does that one go? Sing it for me."
A: "Churchy, churchy, church

You're so pretty.

Covered in glitter

and you are pink."

I then sang it back to her, messing up the last line because she promptly corrected me - "It's PINK!"

Her other favorite is to bestow a complimentary song on me when she's pleased with something I've done. It goes like this:

A: "Mom. I'm going to say you are a good girl."

[singing] "Momma's not a bad girl, Momma's a good girl, Momma's a good girl foh-EV-er..."

(just watch out, when she wants to piss me off she sings about me being a 'bad girl,' watching for my reaction...)