Late last week Sue and I planned a Mom's and Grandma/Great Grandma's Day Out. Our Grandma has lived here for over twenty years and had not been to either the Temple or the Truman House. We started off at the Temple and took a tour. We had a delightfully entertaining septuagenarian tour guide named Elenor that repeatedly called Lucy "lover". Hysterical.
We had quite a parking and timing fiasco before our tour of the Truman house (hence the lack of pictures). I was a bit stressed and TO'ed but Sue handled the situation very authoritatively. She managed to finagle us a tour in between two other scheduled tours with an off-duty guide. Impressive.
I didn't realize that Zoe would be such a huge fan of the Temple.
A random bathtub picture to show everyone that Zoe has slimmed down. I think it's because she's gotten quite tall. No matter though. She's still meaty; just how we like em'.
Last Saturday Zoe and I went to Sarah and Scott's for their baby shower. Addie and Zoe got a chance to hang out. Checking each other out...
A kiss...
And a hug!
Lucy modeling her new dress. Thank you April and Alisha! Charles and I decided that instead of taking away Lucy's binky, we're going to wean her. That means only during bedtime, nap time, and (for my sanity) tantrum time. She does well enough, but we've come to the realization that if she doesn't have her pacifier she's going to use her thumb. Both drive me absolutely crazy. For now I think the pacifier might just be the lesser of the two evils. I don't know. Talk to me when that orthodontic bill comes.
Zoe enjoys watching Playhouse Disney from the comfort of her exersaucer. She gets really into it. I don't know whether I should rejoice or be concerned. For the time being, I'm just grateful for the distraction. It can be difficult to get much done with two under two.
Every night we try to get our fitness on. While a leisurely walk may not seem like the best workout, it sure kicks my butt, and hams, and calves. It may be the temps in the triple digits, the crazy hills in our neighborhood, or the weight of both kids and stroller. Just maybe.
When Lucy isn't in the midst of a tantrum, she is lovely. I adore her, and I love hanging out with her. She is entertaining. She is funny. She is sweet. She can be absolutely captivating. Hey, I'm supposed to feel this way, I'm her Mom.
Lucy likes to live on the wild side. She must be high from the fumes those things emit.
They look sweet, don't they? Don't let them fool you. They're so over taking their afternoon nap at the same time. In fact, Lucy is over naps entirely. This happened Monday, and she hasn't given Mommy any "Sanity-Gathering Time" since.
