Picture This

Sigh.  There is something wrong with our camera, and I don't know if it is fixable.  To be honest, I haven't even looked at the manual yet to discern if I should be freaking out or not.  I know that I sometimes reach for the camera more than I should, but I love capturing some of the little moments I share with A & D to sprinkle around to the people that aren't able to be with them hours upon hours at a time.  There were several moments today that I would have loved to snap at.

- Abbey "got her shoes on" this morning to go to playgroup.  By that, I mean she found my lovely (in my opinion) maroon, patent leather, super high pumps and slid her little feet into them.  And walked across the house to the kitchen, where she sweetly asked, "I wear these to playgroup?"  She then wanted me to wear them there, but I decided not to poke little stilletto holes into the circle time mats we use there.  I so wanted to take a picture and send it immediately to my Aunt Carolyn, because my cousins and I used to love wearing her beautiful, dressy, work heels around the house.

- Prior to putting on her shoes, she decided to color her own hair.  The intention was actually to draw her ABCs (a favorite thing to do, as you can see by the scribbled pieces of paper all over our house).  Today, however, she found the forbidden fruit hiding in a desk drawer somewhere - one of Mommy's favorite Flair pens.  (For those of you not familiar with the Flair, they are super skinny Bic markers and absolutely perfect for grading papers.)  She managed to get the marker all over her hands, a little bit on her face, and somehow in a perfect streak in her hair.  This was all accomplished in the few minutes it took to pack up the diaper bag to leave the house.  Baby wipes, soap, and water got most of the marker off her skin, but she is still rocking a bright red stripe in her hair.  Two years old and already taking risks with hair color.

- Dylan was absolutely loving a musical toy my mom has that plays "Itsy Bitsy Spider".  He loves music and talking, and I fall more in love with his giant grin and silly giggle each day.  In all the chaos that comes with a high-spirited toddler, his sweet, simple disposition is a breath of calm and peace during each day.  He is always ready to smile, laugh, and hold the hand of anyone that snuggles and engages him, and he is too, too precious for words.

A couple of pictures from a few days ago, for the people who would much rather see the kids than read my goofy stories!

Dylan holding onto Sophie.  He's learning to put her in his mouth, which makes him happy.

Some of Abbey's creations.  They're a mixture of poster paints and finger paints, and thank the heavens that Crayola makes both kinds in extremely washable formulas, because I think we get just as much on ourselves and the floor as we do on the paper!