Sunday, September 7, 2014

The Wrong Time to Delete

We bought a swimming pool for S. Last Monday we set it up and played for a while. There were several firsts that day. You wouldn't believe the squeals of delight and happiness that she had while playing in the pool. Sadly because of me not double checking I lost all of those photos with all of us playing together the first day. I'm seriously heart broken by it. I had such great photos of her. She was fantastic! I do have some from the next day with my phone, but they're not nearly as good.

We went to the Museum of Natural Curiosity with some friends on Tuesday. S and her friend had a great time. This was actually the BEST time we have had there. There were not tons of people, and she could easily play with things that typically the older kids wouldn't give her a chance to. It was pretty great.


Slides :) This was the first time she willingly went down the slide sitting up.


 Dressing up and dancing on stage.


The water table.


What kid wouldn't want one of these at home?!


Pool with mom


She LOVES her sunglasses!


We went up to Brigham City for Peach Day's. Scarlett loved playing with grandpa. He went to the park with us and played with the doll house with her. This is a totally retro 90s doll house that belonged to my sister. There is a mom, dad, sister, and baby. Eveyone but the baby could stand on  small disks and talk to you. S would actually talk to it too...like telling baby "night, night."


Most of us waiting for the Jr. Peach Day's parade to start. My brothers got there a little bit later. S's playing with her sunglasses.


This is how S spent a chunk of the parade. She HATES loud noises. Naturally when the parade started with firetrucks and ambulances she went for dad.


She wanted to go on the Merry Go Round, but half way through insisted on Brett holding her. She wasn't a huge fan of going in circles while going up and down.


She discovered this week that she can suction round objects to her mouth by breathing in. This was while we waited for dinner. She thought it was pretty great.


When dad went in to check on her early Sunday morning his pens accidentally slipped out of his shirt and into her crib. She had some fun with them. When I got her up she looked at me, pointed at the pen she colored on the sheet, and kept saying, "Oh no!" I'm counting my blessing that she kept it to the sheet. Nothing on the crib or walls. Hopefully hairspray does the trick.