Here's she's hoarding toys from friend and neighbor Cormac. Turns out that if you can climb into chairs but your frenemy can't, you have quite the advantage over him. Also note that she still loves to chew on everything!
I snapped the next shot when she slipped out the door as quick as a flash to be "one of the boys". This girl can climb. She was on top of this picnic table in no time:
"Mother, are you seriously incapable of ironing my Sunday dress?"
This day she stomped around the neighborhood like a fashionista, strutting. Really, strutting. Where did she learn this?
A ladybug costume hand-me-down from Ayrah. Harry had as much fun dressing her up as she did:
Harry's constant "morning chore" helper. She throws them in, he arranges. His other morning chore is to take all the trash from the little trash cans and throw it into the kitchen trash, which looks like him pointing at each trash can, her picking it up or pushing it following Harry, who does the dumping. She then pushes the little trash can to its designated spot:
My baby doll:
I LOVE the strutting picture. What a little Texan. Or to be exact, Texarcanan!
ReplyDeleteLove the cowboy boots and beads...
ReplyDeleteRuthie, this is such a great post!Such funny captions---I love your word combos.
ReplyDeleteI love that - "frenemy". That truly describes a toddler's relationship with each of his/her peers.
ReplyDeleteWish I could see Mary Clement following Harry around with the waste baskets ....
ReplyDeleteMe too, Renee! I just love this...makes me miss you all like crazy!
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