Stripes at dinnertime

Lately, Scar has been really disinterested in dinner.  She eats 3 breakfasts, and lots of snacks and a normal lunch.  I can't blame her, breakfast food is the best!  But after her nap, she doesn't want very much else.  And she certainly doesn't want to sit at the table with us.  The scene was no different at my parents' house- their bed is just tall enough that she can climb on and off it by herself, and with all the pillows, it was far too tempting.  Who wants to sit at a boring table when you can mess up a nicely-made bed!

After she went to sleep, Lauren and I had trouble opening a wine bottle.  Which is surprising, since I have a lot of experience with that.

We did finally get the wine open, but it wasn't pretty.  Other things I had trouble opening in Eugene were 1. a two-litre bottle of Sprite to make punch (I ended up cutting off the bottom), and 2. a glass bottle of tea (unsuccessful).

Happy Cousintime

Hello, March

Scarlett has had a particularly fun week.  I think.  Fun by her terms would be nonstop trips to the park, but it hasn't really been park weather so we've been forced to get creative.  We went to the pool on Monday and she ate a lot of grapes.  Not sure which of those two things she liked more.

She did some painting, for the first time.

We learned to play musical chairs.  But in our version, there were more than enough chairs to go around.  I set the ipod up so that she could start and stop the music herself.  This teddy bear, named Peanut Butter when I was little, has been re-named Davy, by Scarlett.  I think she was probably saying Gravy, which is the name of Ramona's stuffed dog.  Anyway, Davy is really good at musical chairs.

We also took a day trip out to the Edgefield.  The weather was cold and the ground was muddy, similar to that day 6 years ago when we got married there.  Scarlett walked up and down the hallway, and carried some golf balls around the gift shop, and we had dinner.

 

The most exciting part, which Scarlet doesn't recognize yet, is that we bought tickets to see Ben Harper at the Edgefield in the summer.  EEK.

February 25, 6 years later

This morning Scarlett said, out of the blue, "Daddy is a pretty good daddy.  I love him."  I concur.  Happy anniversary to my Charlie.

Valentine 12K

Thanks Adelina for this, it makes me laugh.  Obviously, Jon's hair is why.

The morning before Scar's birthday party, Charlie ran a 12k that he and Jon also ran last year.  I was excited for Scarlett to see him finish- it's a small race so it wouldn't be overwhelming like the marathon, and I think she'd like to cheer on her daddy.  But I woke up that morning and couldn't find the car key, Charlie had taken the other key which I did have a key for, and I was feeling frantic.  So I carried her up to the max station, took the train, and didn't make it downtown until after the race was over.  Scar liked the train, and she liked the hot chocolate we drank at the finish, and the many many packets of peanuts that Charlie brought home from the race.  And we found the key, locked inside the car.  I think it fell out of my pocket while I was in the passenger seat.  So overall, it was a good morning, mostly.

A tale of two shoes

Our friends Rex and Karen ran a 25K trail run this past weekend.  They are always doing awesome and inspiring things that make half marathons and Hood to Coasts look like an afternoon in the hammock.  Karen explained that sometimes, after a long trail run, you just throw away the shoes.  So I asked for pictures of their shoes this weekend, because that sounds very badass, and indeed it is.

Before

25K later

Scar's favorite shoes are her pink squeaky shoes with flowers on them, and even though the squeaker in one is missing and the other barely squeaks, she still loves them and insists on wearing them always.  The soles are torn up.  At the park, they get hidden pieces of sawdust in them.  She doesn't seem to care, but it's a little embarrassing to be her mother and to feel like I'm not outfitting her in a proper pair of shoes.  But for her birthday, my parents got her a new pair- brown with pink flowers.  Now, she's squeaking loudly again. 

Birthday Party, age 2

On the morning of her birthday party, Scarlett spent some time sitting in a box, with a pile of blankets and some books.  Don't be fooled by the closed eyes- she was fully awake, and loving it.

That morning, we didn't talk about the party.  We have learned that telling her about fun afternoon events, like zoo trips and cousins coming over, makes for an almost nonexistent naptime.  So she took a long nap and was excited to wake up to friends coming over, and snacks, and presents, and her most favorite thing- people singing happy birthday.  We did it twice, because there was a recording snafu the first time around.  

Next year, we have to find someplace else to have her party.  Our house isn't big enough for all those kids, and they'll be bigger next year, plus there were three pregnant bellies.  Maybe a nice February pool party is in order.