Smokin' Hot Shower

My friend Nicole and I threw a baby shower for our dear friend, Kari. We are excited beyond words to meet baby Harper and loved planning a celebration for her. It was a whimsical garden theme and turned out darling.










The shower was super fun but when everyone left that is when the real excitement began. Look again at the pictures with the giant tissue paper balls. Amazing and adorable, they added the perfect amount of whimsicalness to the shower.

It is difficult to tell, but directly under the largest of the balls, is a tiny votive candle. You may know where this is going.

Nicole and I were alone in the kitchen when one of the balls silently and mysteriously fell on top of the candle. In a flash, the whole thing went up in flames. Nicole grabbed the fire ball and brought it down to the floor to stomp it out. But was it really worth sacrificing the hardwood floor---she then began to run toward the back door---but a wood deck was probably not the best solution either.

In hindsight, there was probably too much indecisiveness in such a critical moment but I like how the hardwood floor took priority over Nicole's arm. This ball of fire was no joke....it was massive. In the meantime, I was running outside to get a pitcher of water to assist in the battle but Nicole got it to the sink and used the sprayer to put it out.

When it was clear that there were no major home decor casualties or personal injuries, we laughed hysterically. The kind of laughter that had us doubled over unable to breathe. Laughing while fire alarms were blaring and ashes were settling on the leftover food, floor and nicole's face. She did call to tell me today that her arm is indeed charred and hairless. But at least the floor is unscathed.

Also, the Dateline reports are accurate, the children were sleeping soundly in their beds despite the fire alarms ringing through the neighborhood for an extended period of time.

My Little ESTJ & ENFP

We had a blast at the zoo last weekend. It is hard to beat a day when I get to see the girls so mesmerized and excited. I found myself watching their expressions and reactions more than I watched the animals. I loved seeing their wide eyes as they took it all in.

It is striking how different their personalities are.

Kinsley is a smart cookie and processes everything. Her brain observes and registers everything based on the details she recounts afterward. She is extremely social but ever since she was teeny tiny she has not been outwardly expressive when experiencing something new. These pictures capture this.




Hallie is a little more...dramatic. It has always been easy to know what she is feeling and now it is fun hearing her put words to her emotions. These pictures don't do justice to the things that were coming out of her mouth. Gasps, screams, wows, animal noises, and I am pretty sure I heard her say, "Are you seriously seeing what I am seeing"?

Timeline

Monument Parade: TWO HOURS of tractors, clowns, bands, and politicians throwing candy, toothbrushes, popsicles, water bottles, key chains, and glow sticks at us. We have missed this parade only a handful of times in the last 20 years and it only gets better. It draws upwards of 10,000 people even though there really was only one legitimate float this year. i love my hometown and we loved the parade as always.







BBQ at the folk's house: We celebrated Ford's birthday with friends and family. The cousin's played and the adults feasted.

Church picnic: Oh. My. Rain. After we suffered in the torrential downpour for a couple hours, we headed to a friend's house to dry out and play games. These kiddos are usually in potato sack races together rather than huddled up braving the elements.


Fireworks: They didn't start until 10pm so we enjoyed the view from our bedroom. It was fun that something so simple ended up being my favorite part of the day. Sitting in the dark with my family, watching Kinsley's wide eyes, big smile and gasps of amazement was priceless.

The Sleepy Ballerina

This was Kinsley's last week of ballet and parents were invited to see the little beauties "perform" all the things they learned in their "extensive" training over the course of four weeks. To be clear, despite the teachers best efforts, I think the girls are leaving with the understanding of how to sit like a ballerina and curtsy. The best part was seeing all the proud daddies take time off work to come watch and take millions of camera phone pictures. Ben was one of them.


Kinsley was so excited but it must have worn off when the music started because the child couldn't stop yawning. Pretty darn cute, but maybe skipping naptime on the day of the big performance was a mistake.

A Picture Perfect Father's Day

It Was Only A Matter Of Time

Once Kinsley is tucked in bed there is a 99% chance she calls one of us back to her room. Typically, she wants one last hug or gives insight to something that was on her mind. When I heard her call tonight I expected nothing out of the ordinary.

Until I saw exhibit A. Look closely.


And exhibit B.


And exhibit C.


She was on cloud nine and it was hard for me to keep a straight face during our good choices/bad choices conversation. It is possible she has been planning this surgical procedure for 5 months. I was most impressed with the size of the incision on the monkey. Perfectly above the location of the beloved paci and just small enough to retrieve it. Well done Kinsley, well done.

Snippits

Here is a peek into some pieces of today:

This is how I found Kinsley when I went to wake her from her nap. Sound asleep.


Later, we were reading a book about a lost puppy. The policeman found its home by looking at the address on his collar.
Me: An address is where we live. It tells people how to get to our home.
Kinsley: I have a dress! Look, it is so beautiful!

Me: Kinsley, never ever put lipstick on the walls or all over Hallie's hair ever again. Really. What were you thinking when you were doing that?
Kinsley: I needed to decorate.