Randoms

First though, one quick story. Ryan and Ruthie were looking for me in the pews at church. “There she is,” yelled Ruthie. “Where?” “Right there!” “Where? I dont’ see her.” “Right THERE daddy.” Ryan looked at where Ruthie was pointing. It was a 60 year old woman a few rows up.

Whatever.

Luckily I came upon this scene shortly afterwards otherwise she would’ve been grounded for life:

Look at her, laying in her sandbox staring upwards.

I laid down next to her and asked what she was doing. She said, Look, and pointed up with her cute double chin.

Ah, Ruthie. I’m diggin’ you right about now.

In other news, I was in the kitchen today trying to kill a fly that had been bullying us for the previous few days. Ruthie was standing next to me while I slapped and swatted and yelled at this rodent with wings. Finally I just handed over the fly swatter to Ruth and said, “Here, you try for awhile.” She swatted at it once and killed it.

Whatever.

Again.

No, we cheered and screamed as if it were a homerun. Ryan ran around proud with a puffed-out chest. I should probably save the carcass and put it in her baby book we made that big a deal of it.

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Sometimes I walk into the kitchen and catch Annie looking at the action in the other room through her little highchair slats.

What’s she watching?

You guessed it: Ruthie.

In this case Ruthie was trying to get her leotard off to go potty. I guess I should’ve helped her instead of taking her photo.

These are the sorts of games Ruthie and I play. They’re called, “Mom is really trying to be creative even though she’s not.” Ruthie didn’t mind. In fact, she liked it!

Making shopping lists of things around the house and running around picking them up in her shopping cart. It was straight up Supermarket Sweep and made me happy.

She wanted to buy Annie? And a kiss from daddy? Doesn’t matter, put it on the list!

There she goes… off to wake Annie up and put her in the basket probably.

Annie’s becoming an eater.

And Ruthie wants her nails done all the time. I love that she does mine too. Haven’t had a pedicure in a long time so it shouldn’t be a surprise that having a toddler paint my toenails really relaxed me.