I should warn you that they brake for Cheerios — but not so much for people, other cars or walls.
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Got to sleep in ’til 9 a.m., had brunch by the beach, and got a picture frame, homemade cards (as well as a store-bought one from the kitties, who are more limited in what they can do because of their lack of opposable thumbs) and, best of all, tons of hugs and kisses. Happy Mother’s Day to me.
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As we headed out for my Mother’s Day brunch next to the ocean in Manhattan Beach (I know, I know…not too shabby), Skye was acting silly in the courtyard and I snapped a few pics as she danced around. Funny how spontaneous pictures like these can yield the greatest shots. Wow. She just looks so beautiful and…grown up.
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Also known as: the age at which you can officially rock a fedora.
He’s so delicious.
Don’t even get me started on the fact that we’ll be celebrating his first birthday in less than a month. I can’t even handle it. This whole time-passing-in-the-blink-of-an-eye thing needs to stop already.
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Although, given the way she behaved, you’d have thought she was an ol’ pro. I still can’t get over how well-behaved and outgoing she was, telling the customers around her that she is a “big girl” and so is her mommy, and bragging about her purple nails. She even sat there, motionless, for ten minutes while her nails dried. (Which I could never get her to do.) Needless to say, the salon folks got quite a kick out of her.
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When we bought the new double stroller, the saleswoman “generously” threw in some free children’s makeup for Skylar. Oh, gee, thanks a lot. We’re trying to teach her that a little bit goes a long way. “Trying” being the operative word.
Looking in the kit’s mirror as she applies lip gloss to her eyelid.
Insists that Carl could use a little sparkle, too.
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