Will you carry me?

That's how she spent 1/3 of our hike this morning. Providence was gorgeous... too bad I never got a scenic photo.

I love camp(er)ing with our church group. LOVE it.

The Many Faces of Fear

If you're like me and think it's funny when people are scared witless from an innocent prank (or haunted house), check this out.  I've been laughing for the last fifteen minutes.  SOOOO wish I was in Niagra Falls so I could see what was scaring everyone who passed by.

People are screaming at the top of their lungs, others making a weird face, some bugging out, others avoiding eye contact, a few frozen stiff, most of them are gripping the person in front of them... the list goes on.  My favorites are the ones with men hiding behind their women.  So macho.

I think my favorite is this one, where the guy's "flight" kicks in but his friend has a serious death grip on him and is like, "oh no you won't".  Funny funny.

Goofy Girls

Beans, beans, the magical fruit.

I'll just stop right there...

We saw this very colorful bag of beans at the grocery store and thought they'd come in handy for a rainy day activity.  Well, it's not raining, but they were still a nice, quiet use of time before nap. 

I just need to toot her horn and announce that Elayna counted out all her beans perfectly.  Gluing was more fun than counting, of course, but she did it.  There's also an "E" for Elayna, a random lowercase "i" and the infamous SAM's smiley face they put on our receipt every time we leave the store.

Wear it well.

Be it a sock, shirt, or dish towel, Cora makes it her mission to wear every piece of fabric she can get her hands on. This is a hand towel she grabbed from the kitchen. I took a thousand shots with my phone and couldn't catch a single clear one of her; she's constantly on the move.

Park Fun

Autumn Rosettes Wreath

Another Pinterest find.  The first is my inspiration.  

And this is the one I made... hanging on my very military front door.  (Notice the off-centered peep hole and nail scar on a utility door? Just fantastic.)  Regardless, I'm very pleased with how it turned out.

  

Wait, there's more.

I turn my back for ONE second and Cora's marked.

"Do you like my cheeks!!!"

Oh my my. Renee, I blame you.

(Did you think I wouldn't notice the make up you put on her before you left?)

Candy Corn Dress

Inspiration for this dress came from Pinterest.  (I love that site.)  Someone had pinned the tutorial from this blog, and I'm sooo happy they did. 

I fell in love with the dress as soon as I saw it, as well as another.  They're both pictured below.  I've done so many pillowcase dresses, I thought this one would be a little more challenging and different.  And yes it was.  You can see I'm not done with it yet, but I couldn't hold myself back.  I just had to share it with you all.  

On tippy toes to see the tv since the couch is blocking her view.

Obviously, I'll have to take the bodice in some.  Maybe raise the orange a little so there's not so much white.  And I'm not sure if I like the bold yellow you can see at the base of the dress.  I'd folded the yellow under for a thick, clean hem, but now I'm thinking I ought to just double the whole part so you can't see the folds at the bottom...  can you even tell it's there?

Any other suggestions?  I didn't put the button latch on in the back.  I was saving it for last, but fortunately, the dress already fits over her head.  I definitely want to add the little yellow bow centered on the collar.

Riddikulus!

Look who fell and scraped her forehead.  Maybe she should be Harry Potter for Halloween!  If only it was in the shape of a lightning bolt.

Welcome to my world.

This is what my days of late have looked like.  I don't think she's cutting any more teeth (or none that I can find anyway).  She's just upset.  And she never does anything half-way.  What we have here, folks, is a full blown fit.  She's been banshee squealing for almost two hours.  Throwing things outside the crib.  Trying to rip her own hair out.  Throwing herself all over the place in a fit of fury.

All of this because she doesn't want to nap?  Now just imagine my totally legitimate fear for her teenage years.

What's your dinosaur doing?

"Hangin' on tight."