one of the many delightful things about having a toddler is listening to the hilarious things that come out of their mouth. for every fifty "why?"'s, that i endure with a strained smile and a curt explanation, sloane drops a gem that absolutely must be documented.
yesterday, while playing beneath the folds of my long skirt:
i know. i know how weird this sounds. i honestly have no idea how she came up with this statement. a lot of the things she says make it sound like we spend a lot of time talking about appearances in our family, and that bothers me. i'm working on being more aware of how i speak about my own body while she's nearby (although i can guarantee that i have never described my body as "great" around her or anyone else). maybe i should just accept the compliment and move on.
well, when you put it that way...
she also tells me every morning that she dreamt about talking flowers. i think that her new favorite movie, alice in wonderland, might have something to do with that.
she might have heard that word once or twice as we talked about her robust little brother.
who needs potty training when using diapers can be this funny?
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1. My husband and his babies, out to brunch on Father's Day. We love Burns St. Bistro!
2. Out and about with my baby girl.
3. Roman volunteered with me at Sunday Streets Missoula, helping direct traffic away from this super fun event. Obviously, he was the both the tiniest and the coolest volunteer there.
1. A boy and his papa, at the Garden City River Rod Run.
2. A boy and his mama, with a sweet little girl acting as photographer.
3. A boy and his sister, and four very blue eyes.
1. Sloane and her friend, Penelope, share a snack at Greenough Park. These girls have been friends since before they were born, and I love Penelope like she' s family.
2. I'm soaking up these last days of sleeping with my sweet boy before we embark on some very necessary sleep training.
3. My little girl got her first trike! Her cousins Simon and Gus were generous enough to pass theirs down. Her feet don't quite reach both pedals yet, though. But it's still fun when Mama or Papa push her!
1. Fishing in Seeley Lake. Family Camp is a tradition that we are so lucky to be a part of.
2. Hanging heavy with Uncle Greg, who officiated my and Colin's wedding.
3. Colin rode Sloane's new trike all the way home from Simon and Gus' house, beer in hand. Surely there's no laws against drinking and tricycling.
1. Mia. We love her, too.
2. Using my baby to sell goods at Auntie's toy store. He sure is cute.0 Comments | Add a Comment
Something that is both a blessing and a curse about Colin's job is that he has to work late every Thursday night to help pull off Downtown ToNight - a summer concert series that features kids activities, live music, and food vendors at a park downtown (the very same park that he and I got married at!). The kids and I barely get to see him every Thursday, but then he only has to work a half day on Friday. Today, Roman and I spent a few hours working at the toy store while Colin and Sloane got to have some seriously quality father-daughter time.
Off she goes, strolling the streets of Downtown Missoula.
Their first stop was the carousel - something that I'm grateful Colin loves to do with her because it makes me nauseous. That thing is fast!
Look at those two cuties! Sloane's winky face will never stop cracking me up.
The next stop was the Children's Museum. This girl LOVES that place!
Not a bad depiction of the Eiffel Tower for a two year old, huh?
And last, but far from least, was a visit to the library. They hosted a "Teddy Bear Sleep Over" today, complete with stories, a snack, and some coloring.
That's my girl, front and center. We've been going to the library regularly since she was just over a year old, so she makes herself right at home now.
She got to choose one of her stuffed animals to spend the night at the library. She picked this Winnie the Pooh, which was mine when I was a little girl. She calls him "Winn tha POO-uh" and it's my very favorite thing she says.
Winn tha POO-uh loves chips.
We get to pick him up sometime tomorrow, accompanied by photos of all the fun things he did overnight there. I'm so grateful that our community provides all these amazing things for kids to do, and I'm especially grateful that I married a man who loves to do them with his children.
Sloane has been taking ballet classes for the last few months, and last week, the studio held their Spring recital. I was positively giddy in the days leading up to it; this moment was perhaps the first thing that jumped in to my mind when the ultrasound tech said, "It's a girl," nearly three years ago.
Fortunately, Sloane was really excited about it, as well.
It feels very strange to put make up on your two year old. But she loved it!
She is the youngest in her class, and I was nervous about how she would handle being on stage in front of an audience. She spends a lot of her class time preferring to be held by her teacher instead of dancing with the other girls. My fears were eased during her tech rehearsal earlier in the day. She was happy and comfortable being left with her teacher and her class while Roman and I went to watch with the small audience of other mamas and siblings.
My heart was conflicted between swelling with pride and breaking in to a million little pieces over the fact that my baby is so grown. I stayed with her in the green room while Colin, Grandma, and Roman held our seats, and just soaked up every detail while I watched her independently interact with a room full of excited little girls. I couldn't believe that we have created such an amazing, confident, sweet, funny little person who is so likable that others go out of their way to say hello and get to know her.
When it was finally time for me to take my seat, she waved me off with a "Bye!" and a smile. Heart swelling. Heart breaking.
Colin and I both recorded the performance on different cameras, and it's a good thing we did. I was silently laughing/crying so hard the entire time that the video I took is almost unwatchable because it's so shaky. Good thing Colin "Steady Hands" Hickey held it together more than me, even if only a tiny bit.
I will remember this day forever. Even if she never wants to take another ballet class, I'll always be grateful to Sloane for indulging this one silly fantasy of mine. Ballet or no ballet, this girl brings me so much joy.
If you'd like to see her in action, a video of her performance can be found here. She's the tiny one on the far right.0 Comments | Add a Comment