(“Lunes” is “Monday” in spanish. FYI)
This week the theme was rediscovery. The girls re-discovered their rooms, their toys, our home. I re-discovered my camera.
Lila is continuously cracking me up. She was having “quiet time” yesterday afternoon in her room and after a little while I told her that she needed to lay down and take a siesta. She didn’t fight me at all [oddly] and when I asked her for a kiss before she took her nap she said, “No. I can’t. My lips are grumpy. They will kiss you when I wake up, ok?”
And then there’s Vivienne.
Oh, Vivi. My sweet, crazy, daredevil, vocal Vivi’s theme for this week has been, “No!” accompanied by screaming. And pinching. Vivienne Kate does not like to be told no. When she is told no, she promptly becomes irate. It’s really something. In response, Lila rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulders and says, “Oh, Vivi.”
Lila’s on to something. “Oh, Vivi.”
She’s our Vivienne and she’s saucy.
Love her, too.
Pics from this week:
On our first day back in Cabo Vivi put on Lila’s tinkerbell PJ’s and went outside to feed the mint and rosemary.
(I’m in love with that curl in the back of Vivi’s hair.)
After the watering it was time for some Barney. (The feet!)
(P.S. I hate that rug and I’m so sick of it. We were only supposed to live in Cabo for like 2 years, so we bought it and were like, “Eh, we’ll live with it.” Six years later I am vowing right here that I will buy a new rug as soon as Vivi is potty-trained. No rugs are safe from potty-training children. So hear me on that: NEW RUG soon.)
Lila wearing a pink fairy costume, with a pink tutu underneath… holding a pink piece of chalk with her pink-painted nails.
🙂 My sweet girl. Wearing her Buckeyes flower clip for her Daddy on the left.
And, looking like a twelve-year-old on the right.
Vivienne now smiles when you tell her to. The picture on the left was her saying, Cheese!”
The one on the right? She’s wearing ballet slippers and some sort of tasseled, lamae, mu-mu that is not covering up as much as it should. 🙂
So we have this thermometer that we don’t use anymore and somehow the girls changed it so that it says out loud in a New York Accent, “Your temperature is 98.3 degrees farenheight,” and so on and so forth.
Lila repeats it after her. “Your temperature is 98.6 degrees farenheight.”
It’s too much.
And occasionally Vivienne has something on her tongue and needs help removing it. Fuzzies, hair — she’s a human lint roller.
My ladies see opportunity in patterns.
My girls. [insert sigh.]
And this says it all.
Lila laughing uncontrollably. Vivienne making some sort of funny face that absolutely cracks her up.
And this is the reality of our situation.
And my favorites from the week:
My Vivienne saying, “CHEESE!”
And my Lila.
Have a great week, ya’ll.