How to eat a bean burrito.

This is Anna's first attempt at eating a bean burrito. I really need to get her out of the rut i've enabled of chicken nuggets and green beans for every meal. She has shown several signs of only wanting that certain thing to eat. I have a friend who is a Child Development Researcher who had kids brought to her at like 9 months old who eat burritos for lunch...they eat them without any assistance!

Mornin' Sunshine!

Nice hair this morning...

We LOVE warm laundry!

Although it probably doesn't happen as often as it should around here, warm laundry is one of Anna's (and my) favorite things. The gravitational pull of a huge pile of warm, just out of the dryer laundry is just too great for her. She walks up to the pile with a huge smile and usually a little giggle, and as she nears the edge of the pile does the "nestea plunge" face first right on top. Then she swims around in the clothes and eventually buries herself. She lays there as the warmth slowly fades...which sometimes can take a while. I think she learned all of this from me since I usually wrap myself in warm laundry after I pull it out of the dryer. It's a nice quiet time for both of us as we lay in the floor with underwear, socks, blankets, and other things draped all over us.

Italy, Here We COME!

Ha! ...we wish. Our great friends, Justin and Amy, came to visit us last night on their way back home...TO ITALY!! They came bearing gifts for us and Anna. We got some amazing Italian chocolates and coffee and Anna got a super neat, hand painted venetian mask from Carnival (sp?). She had fun spreading the glitter around to everyone while trying on the mask. Justin and Amy were coming through for a family wedding and stopped to eat and chat before heading home to see the folks then boarding the long flight back to Aviano. We were SO glad to see them and so privileged to have them come by. Anna wasn't on her best behavior, but we managed to make it through the night without any huge meltdowns. Check out the link to their blog to the right to see some amazing pictures of where they get to live!

Out cold!

Anna got all bundled up and went on yet another wagon ride Saturday afternoon. She had had a long day of play with my sister's kiddos and Nana. She hadn't had much of a nap all day (which is much needed for everyone's sanity) so when Daddy took her around the neighborhood later that day she was pooped. He said she started slowly sinking down into the blankets and finally fell asleep about halfway into the ride. We pulled her into the living room and left her in the wagon since she'd for sure be up and ready to go if we tried to mover her. She slept there for almost 2 hours!

Land Ho!

Anna has a "telescope" on the top of her play set thingy. It has no real magnification. She likes to look through it every time she reaches the top. And I'm pretty sure she's got the wrong eye closed to be looking through it correctly. She gets the gist.

Pigtails and Sunglasses.

Anna LOVES her wagon. Every time we go outside to play she always goes straight to the wagon, points at it and says, "this?!" It was very sunny one day and I insisted she wear her eye protection. Ha! I knew it wouldn't last. But funny while it did.

I just HAD to.

As I drove by a local nursery today to take my nieces and nephews to school (not a usual occurrence), and I passed this sign. The other side was "correct" and said "huge truckload of pottery." I HAD to go back home to get the camera. This afternoon I passed the sign again and the employees had changed the sign to read "glazed ceramics". Hilarious!!

"Fip-Fops"

Again, Anna must have shoes on all the time. If they aren't her own, she finds others. These are my gross flip flops. They did the trick. I was surprised she could walk in them so well.

No Buttons. (Repeat...)

Just when Dad pulls the laptop out and nestles himself up against the couch with his legs under the coffee table, Anna must come to sit in his lap. He doesn't mind of course. He just knows there will be much repeated disciplining to do. Anna knows she is not to touch the computer buttons, yet the temptation is too great. I think she'd rather take her discipline and get the slightest click of a button on the keyboard for her enjoyment.