Yeah, remember when I said that nights with Annie were going swimmingly? Well, the you’re-being-a-braggart gods heard my loud pompous cries to friends and family and decided it was time to strike me down. They always wait until after at least the third time you brag about something, because at that point you feel really comfortable in what you’re spewing and therefore spew it with much more vigor than you would otherwise.
And here is the result of said bragging:
Normally I’m the one making that face, but she can’t hold the camera yet to capture it.
And this is after the fourth brag:
And after the fifth and sixth:
Fifth is the spit up. Sixth is the saggy mom boobs. If I’d only not opened my mouth these babies still would’ve been skyward.
But stormy weather makes the sun shine that much brighter, because interspersed were moments like this:
…and then right back to the grind. We love you Annie.Some other happenings involved mixing play-doh to make different colors. A random garage sale up the street. We found a book on frogs and an unopened package of colored printer paper. You just can’t buy that stuff for fiddy cents at the ole walmart. So even though the dresser drawer that houses my random sheets of blank paper is to the point of exploding into one gigantic origami windmill, the package still managed to make it home.
We also made cloud dough.
You can see where Ruth gets her hair styles from. It’s been hot and humid this past week. A couple mornings, we went to the park and then collapsed onto the couch in a heap of sweaty limbs. So we tried to find a shady spot to play with the cloud dough.
Later that night Ruth went to swim lessons. This is her swim hair when she gets home. Maybe I should take her swimming every day. I’m liking the flock of seagulls look (thank you for that line, Samuel L Jackson.)
Speaking of Ruth. She’ll say “Hold? Hold?” and then when we say “Hold you?” she’ll reply “Okay!” as if it were our idea in the first place. It kind of makes me proud.
In other news, she shoves her face like her mama. That also makes me proud.
We also gave Miss Annie her first bath.No cries from this babe. She liked it. Or maybe she was just too terrified of the knives behind her to show any emotion.
All I know is that while I’ve been tired, irritable, and short-tempered this week, I seriously love this new little addition and my growing family.
I can’t kiss her and Ruthie enough.