Papa and his girls

As much as it kills his hands and knees to crawl around on our laminate floors, Papa will never ever say no to giving the girls a joyous horsey ride around the house.

Sweet... yet scary.

My heart skipped a beat when I walked into the living room to find this.  I know, they are all cute and cozy watching some Signing Time videos.  But how on earth did Talullah pick up Havanna and get her in that chair?!  As proud as my 'big' girl was to be holding baby sister, I had to ask her to please let momma help next time she wants to cuddle.

Everything is GREAT. Everything is GRAND.

you've got the whole wide world in the palm of your hands.  Everything is perfect.  It's falling into place.  I can't seem to wipe this smile off my face.  Ok... we've been watching The Muppets, and this theme song is so catchy.  We all walk around humming the tune, or dancing to a YouTube clip of the song.  Every night when Nick brushes the girls teeth, he gets online and distracts them with Muppet clips so they don't fuss during the teeth cleaning ritual.    Seeing these smiling faces just starts that song in my head.  Everything IS great.  Everything IS grand.

Blue is for girls, too.

I obviously need to expand the color options in my girls' wardrobe.  I'll admit; I love pink.  I love girly girl, lace and ribbons and bows and ruffles.  Today when I dressed Berlyn, pulling the blue hoodie over her head, she exclaimed, "No!  This LOGAN'S shirt!!!"  I had to convince her that just because it's blue doesn't mean it's a boy's.

This is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you...

I took Havanna in for a much over due check up.  She weighed in at 20.6 pounds.  The doctor said she was in the 75% for weight and in the 25% for height.  Nick's response.  "Well.  It looks like she DOES take after the Perry side."  HEY!!!  What's THAT supposed to mean?!?!  :)
I took her to the appointment by myself, with her two sisters by my side.  The girls did so great (as great as a 2 and 3 year old can be expected to do sitting in a doctor's office for an hour).  I decided to let the doctor administer Havanna's first round of immunizations.  I can never really decide... should I?  Shouldn't I?  So, spur of the moment, decided on a yes.  When Talullah heard this, she was truly concerned.  "No, mom!  I don't want her to get shots!"  Then, after a tear eyed momma held down her sweet, precious baby and the shots were given, of course Havanna's always smiling face was now pure devastation.  And her big, protective sister just ran to me, tears running down her face.  Havanna took it like a champ and was through with her tears before we walked out of the office.  Talullah, on the other hand, sniffled for several minutes past that.

My little artist

After this afternoons disaster with the chalk, I thought I'd take a few minutes to reminisce about all of Berlyn's artwork through out the house.  Wait... not all... just a few.  There was the time she found an old eye liner pen (I didn't even know I had) and stood on the toilet, drawing above the tank.  There's the permanent marker on my bedroom door and the crayon marks as you walk down the hallway.  There's this beautiful abstract that you'll see right above the couch.  This does not, mind you, include the ink on the carpet in the craft room (or the blue paint that is now hidden by a rug) or the pen all over the rocking chair.  If I had to guess what my little girl is going to do when she grows up, I would venture to say that she has some serious artistic talent.  Or at least interest.  Interior Design, perhaps?  I will save all of these mini masterpieces to sale or put on display when she's rich and famous.  It could happen...

Lord, help me.

We had been home for a total of fifteen minutes.  I was in the kitchen throwing dinner together and Nick was taking a shower.  I heard him come out, followed by several "Oh no's."  There was some muttering, and then he called my name.  I knew it was bad, so I just took my time finishing the meal, getting in a few deep breaths before going to look at the damage.  Berlyn had climbed on top of a stack of paper, dug her hands around my scrapbook bin, and found CHALK.  Flaky, oily chalk that is for my paper crafts.  Chalk that I now regret ever initially borrowing from Heather, then coveting, and eventually buying for myself only to very rarely use.  Chalk that is now crumbled and smashed into my once white (hahahahah) carpet.  Carpet that I just spent an hour spot cleaning last week.  After picking up the pieces, vacuuming the crumbs, dumping Shout and scrubbing my heart out.........................................................  there's still a beautiful rainbow of colors to decorate the floor in front of my bed.  The end.