Just a few pictures from this last week.

I see posts of sleeping babies all the time.  We have very few after like 6 months of this baby girl.  When she's down for a nap, she's usually in a bed somewhere, in the car, she rarely sleeps.  But when she sleeps, she SLEEPS. 

Oh, just a side profile of 39 weeks.

Watching TV while dad is asleep.

Have I mentioned that this baby is finally walking?  Consistently?  It's kind of hilarious.   She's so little, plus she has to carry everything, plus she looks like a drunk zombie.  Adorable I say.

She's also taken to this washbasin lately.  She dumps some toys in it and then squeezes herself in.  Oh, she also desperately, loves, loves, this monkey.  Here she's giving him "nose" and "hugs."  Which a hug includes squeezing him and turning side to side while saying "Ohhhhhh."   A lot goes into her hugs.

People look at us strangely, especially when she has super awesome outfits on.  But even more so when we are at the store and I have her in the main cart section.  She loves to just stand and stare at everyone.  I'm sure they think I'm crazy that this tiny child isn't strapped in, but they also don't know that she is almost 18 months and she behaves so much better there.

My little homeless child. 

I came out of the restroom at the store (because that's where I am all the time lately.) and could hear my child screaming "DAAAAAAAaaaaaa, DAAAAAAAAAaaad.  Ball, BAAAAAAAAALLLL." Mind you, they were screams of pure happiness.  You've never seen such a happy little girl walking through the store in her dads arms with a giant orange ball.  The husband always takes her to go see the ball pin.  This time, we actually purchased a "BAAAlllllllllllllllllll!!!"

That day we sacraficed a new lego for the sake of little brother.

Last Black Friday, the only purchase I made was these legos and duplos.  Which, we recently broke out because we needed to sacrifice a few of them for this swaddler blanket.

Then, the husband got home and we all sat down to play Legos. 

I'm glad to say that my lego skills have not depleted through adulthood.  As a child/teenager I used to make houses and all sorts of stuff out of legos while watching Pokemon or Batman or maybe Spiderman.  Ya know, the cool shows one watches after coming home from a hard day of high school.

The husband and his brother have a ton of a legos, enough to make me jealous.  They would get a big set every year for Christmas...so they have quite the collection.  Mine on the other hand...was a small bucket that had a lego vacuum that NEVER worked on carpet.  Yet, I always used that little vacuum.  

(Created out of the mind of the husband.)

You'll notice the two OCD people on the far end of the table.  Baby girl and I kept to the other end, where we couldn't get in trouble with the "Lego Nazi." (see previous blogs) aka the husband.  He's particular about his legos.  Auntie Hannah almost died by his hand.  She got two legos stuck together, you know, those stupid little ones that one would naturally use their teeth to pull apart.  Well, one does not just use their teeth.  The Lego Nazi probably would have lost 5 years off his life watching her use her canines.  

   

Aiko and I tried out the Duplos, she loves to have you make something so she can destroy it.  I am distraught about some of the crazy colors.  Pink ones?  Flowers?  Weird people...

Naturally, while one plays with Duplos, we pull back ones mullet hair into a pony tail.  Amazing right?!

(Soon to be a famous lego piece done by Hannah.)

For as expensive as these bad boys I'm glad I found them!  I'm sure with little brother they'll be a big hit...in like 3 years. 

#ThriftedThursdays

Have you ever seen such a perfect little chair for a tiny 17 month old mullet baby?

I daresay not.  She loved it too.  Once she realized she could sit like a big person she was quite pleased with herself.  Once she realized that she could stand on it everything got oh-so-much-better.  She has no fear of climbing.  She climbs on her toys to stand taller.  I know how she feels.  It's tough being short.  

Plus, this girl is quite flexible.  When it's time to get in the bathtub she takes her foot and places it on top of the tub rim.  Which, is just below her shoulder.  Now, I know that's not super tall, her being a whole 26 or so inches, but still, I can't do that.  

We've been quite vintage as of late.  Plus, that mullet seems to just help the outfit. I thrifted this shirt and pants for little brother, but then, I realized that they would fit her.  It was too hilarious not to put her it.  She did have a headband on that made her look girly.  Promise.