A Totally Momentous Occasion

Today, for the first time, on request, Violet got me a drink out of the fridge all by herself. Jesse and I have been waiting a while for this 'having a kid' thing to pay off.

And, for a special request, a photo of me from a couple of days ago. Shandy and Violet are in the background, being monkeys at a school were I'm doing some landscape design work. As fast as I possibly can, as explosion seems eminent.

Ugh.

Summer of the Popicle

Violet pronounces popsicle "popicle". She is obsessed with popsicles. It's the first thing she's been asking for in the morning, and then whines and bursts into tears when I tell her "only after dinner". She then asks sweetly "have dinner?".

This is mostly a pretty rosy blog, but I have to be honest and say that August has been a trying month with all the constant whiiiiniiiing. It's pretty funny sometimes when you think how ridiculous it is to be caring for a miniature person that whines for Turkish delight (tukish denight!) like it's their birth right.

I know it will pass. Hopefully in the next week or so, as I'm due in 4 days!

Of course, she's still the sweet, smart and snuggly girl she's always been. Because it's my blog, I can boast about her all I want. I took her to the doctor last week, and she benchmarked her language and comprehension skills above a 3 year old level. The girl can talk! Too bad she's only using it mostly for evil these days.

"Mama, you getting a popicle for me? I want a green one! Mama, you have a popicle also. Let's go sit on the front porch together. Bring a tissue, my popicle gets drippy".

Her First Haircut

It was a spontaneous event (hence no pictures of the actual cutting) during an errand run a couple of mornings ago. Violet won't tolerate a ponytail for more then 3 minutes, and it was getting pretty long and tangly. Sort of a feral child look. I was concerned she would be upset/restless during the cut, but she totally enjoyed it.

Before:

After:

And just in case the sweetness of the above photo is too much,

I present The Face of Two, or, Prelude to Wailing and Tears. Your pick.

This is the face we've been enjoying more often these days. I took this one while Jesse was trying to get Violet to stop bouncing on the edge of the couch.

Jesse got his haircut too! Sorry, hippie-minded members of Jesse's family.

I think he looks very handsome.

Just how pregnant I am.

VERY. Three weeks left until my due date!

And that was July....almost

I turned 31, and Jesse (the captain of my heart) threw me a surprise party.

Wacky guests and all.

Babcia Libby, Nina, Max and Angie came to visit us. It was too short. Libby always made sure we had healthy snacks. Bless her.

Max and Angie

Nina painted UV's toenails red.

Violet pointed her toes out to everyone, everywhere, until I had to force her to let me remove the few tiny flakes still clinging to her toenails yesterday.

Sandcastles.

The rest of July will follow in another post.

Too hot and pregnant to continue.