Ladies First

I was looking at my blog tonight and realized that my children look quite different this month from how they looked last month. So, it's time for a random photographic update in no particular order.

Still dressing herself. We call this "Giraffe Ballerina."

 The kids are really starting to interact with each other in fun ways. Sometimes this means hair pulling and taking toys away. But often it means giggling and helping with speech therapy and a lot of fun for Mom and Dad to watch. Apparently group tummy time is still a thing.

 As a reward for a particularly big potty accomplishment, Virginia got to go to Ella's Deli and ride the carousel. Dad is the appointed carousel rider, as Mom gets motion sick on a swing. I am happy to report that I did take part in the ice cream part of the reward.

We've recently discovered a budding ballerina is in our midst, as befits her name. Nonna's birthday present has made the perfect outfit for lots of pirouettes, plies and of course plenty of bows.

 We had a wonderful visit from Nonna at the beginning of June. Many trips to the park were taken and many books were read. A good time was had by all.

 Best of all, Nonna doesn't mind letting Scout try her glasses on.

 Since Nonna left, Virginia has spent a lot of time caring for her dolls. She and I sometimes have special story time on her bed. Here she's extending that privilege to her doll.

 Random story about the tiger on Scout's bed: It belonged to my Great Aunt Lois and always sat on the bed in her spare bedroom. It has rather piercing green eyes and I was petrified of it as a small child. Probably because of the emotions it elicited, this is my most vivid memory from Lois's house, so I requested the tiger when she passed away. In a fun bit of irony, Virgina sleeps with the tiger next to her head to protect her from bad dreams. When she first made the switch to the big bed, she had a lot of nightmares and we put tiger next to her to keep the bad dreams away. It works like a charm.

Scout doesn't let her lack of stature stop here. She'd probably drive without seeing over the windshield too if we'd let her.

 It's been really hot this week. So, we've been going to the splash park and playing in friends' wading pools. When do swimsuits stop being the cutest thing ever? Probably somewhere around puberty.