Here are photos of May 14th that are visuals to the post that started this blog. I hope you find Olivia's cake as interesting as we did. Her friends thought it was pretty cool. The girls kept asking for the piece with her face on it, which I found weird.
Robbie says that Vivian has a mohawk, and I guess this photo (taken today) supports his statement. However, I look at her litte smile, and I am in absolute love. You should see her thighs. They are fat and amazingly cute. Robbie has threatened to turn Evelyn lose on her sister with the scissors. I object.
Evelyn has been amazing me with her whips on our walks lately. She recently said, "God is absolutely not fat." I have no idea how that thought formed in her head, but I found it interesting. She also asked me if dogs get married. I think she recalled Lady and the Tramp or something and decided to follow up on the matter with Mom. I told her they do not get married, and she dropped it. However, a few days later, she said, "So Mom, if dogs don't get married, then how do they have kids?" I didn't have an answer. I went with the safe, "We'll have to ask Daddy." He told her at the dinner table that some dogs get married, and she was satisfied with that.
Last night when I started to place sleeping Vivian into her little Pack-n-Play where she shares a room with big brother Henry, I felt something as I placed her head down. The room was totally dark. I pulled a silver fairy wand out of the spot where Vivian's head was going to lie. Can you imagine the discomfort my poor baby girl would have suffered had I not managed to figure that one out in time? Who knows who put it there.
We played Wii Just Dance tonight. This is the only Wii game I have ever played because I really dislike video games. However, I have an absolute blast trying to beat my husband's dance moves. The man always wins, and I KNOW my moves match the on screen dancer better than his. What am I supposed to do, push A or something? Even Olivia beats me. Somebody throw me a bone and give me an extra points tip. Please. I beg of you. Watching Henry play this game makes me laugh so hard that I can barely take it. I think You Tube needs some of our living room footage. His moves are hilarious. Cotton-Eye Joe was the song that made him dance the funniest. Imagine that.
Finally, as I put Vivian down for the night this evening I realized Henry was still awake when I heard the sound of a kiss coming from his crib. I flipped the room light on dim and found him with his little mouth pressed up to the area between two slats, happily waiting for a kiss from Mommy. How lucky am I?
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