Because no one is in as much of a hurry as a man who doesn't know why he's Rushing
Seporah has a serious love affair with trains. So when we found out there was a train at the mall we had to go. Holy cow, as you can see from the pictures, she had the best 10 minutes of her life today. What you can’t see from the pictures, is the tantrum while waiting for her turn on the train and the tantrum when the ride was over.
During remodeling, slurping up top ramen, yummy!
No carpet, no floor, just cement, paint, vacuum and streamers found in a closet.
We switched the girl’s to the larger room. Here they are bouncing from mattress to mattress.
Bouncy, Bouncy.
Music lover in the making.
Our brand new floor! It’s soooooo much nicer than the nasty smelly stained carpet. We might actually start inviting people over again.
Here I am, just incase you wondered what I looked like these days. Short brown hair and a few extra baby pounds.
More bouncing on a trampoline this time.
As far as I know there are no illegal substances in my house. However, the only conclusion I can come up with is I was on something when the words “Let’s go camping down by the beach with the girls!” came out of my mouth. During the day Felicity was all smiles and YEAH while Seporah was scared spit-less of the waves and beach and everything. During the night time Seporah slept like a log while Felicity woke up every 1-2 hours. Oh, and when you eat half your weight in sand, the next day’s diapers are less than fun to change and it gives you TERRIBLE gas.
Actually it was fun, but we left early because I couldn’t handle the thought of another sleepless night. I’m out of those times now, remember? For good too, I swear, do this baby thing again, never (if it did happen again I would name the child Accident or Temporary Insanity)! Enjoy the pics!
Seporah is not a girly-girl. However she loves it when Miss Karen paints her nails. Every time Miss Karen paints Seporah’s nails, she shows me the instant I come home. Well Miss Karen is on the mainland and Seporah has been begging me to do her nails. I finally was like ok. Note I do not wear make-up except for mascara. I mean I have none in the house, at all. So when my daughter asks to have her nails painted that means I have to buy some. Off to Walmart. Holy Cow, how many rows are dedicated to make-up?!?! Are women really that ugly?
Even though Miss Karen told me exactly what she used, it took me 3 times up and down the aisles to find it. I picked out 2 colors, one light pink I thought she would like and one for me. BTW, I’m assuming women will just buy whatever brand they want no matter how much it costs since there was no price tag on anything. When I discovered it was $6 a bottle I wanted to take it back and get a different brand, but I had no way to know if that was a good price or not.
Back home we did both of our nails. Seporah said she needed the sticker flowers on every nail, I thought that was a little excessive, but I’m not a toddler. My nail polish turned out to not look so great on me (I guess that’s what happens when you don’t play with make-up colors), once I put it on I realized it was probably meant for black women, not someone who is half-albino. I don’t think I should apply for a job as a beauty technician, our nails looked like a kindergarden drew on them instead of an adult woman actually painting them.
I found the chocolate Malt-O-Meal!
Very first bloody nose, gotten while rough-housing
After the bloody nose, much better with ice cream and a movie
Seporah found the spaghetti while I was playing with Felicity
See those dirty legs and clothes from playing outside
Definitely bathtime! Also it’s a really good thing all children’s soaps are non-toxic.
This is our view from our balcony. If you can’t tell there’s a balloon, toys, trash and socks down there even though we clean it up every few days.
This is the reason it looks like that:
Can you see that devilish smile? Aren’t those some kissable cheeks? That’s the reason she hasn’t died yet 😉
Every time the neighbors complain about the ground I think about sending her cuteness on them. Really, she is amazingly beautiful. Can you spell T-R-O-U-B-L-E?
