Kylie cries out in desperation from the back seat:
“Oh no! My skin is starting to peel! My whole skin is going to peel off and then I’ll see my bones and I don’t want that to happen!”

Upon further inspection, she chipped her nail polish. Oh the drama. Sometimes I wonder what having boys would be like. I find the melodramatic tendencies of my girls hilarious.

Exploring Bay St. Louis.

Jeep road noise is her lullaby.

Emma says: Daddy, this, outside, puppy, Kylie, Pops, that, hi, hey, hello, bye, tree, pretty, thanks, thank you, you’re welcome, shoes, shirt, teeth, book, ball, drink, go, car, bath, and probably several others that slip my mind at the moment. Does she say, “Mommy” nope. If the child can say “you’re welcome,” she can say, “mommy.”

I realize I’m being selfish, that she says lots of words, but is “Mommy” really too much to ask? Especially since the sounds she makes lately make me think Vietnamese is her first language.

Kylie’s first word? Mommy.

When was the last time you flailed around in the middle of a hula hoop like a fish out of water while giggling hysterically?

This is what Kylie looks like when she’s “not tired.” It’s not often I get to watch this busy girl sleep.

Movie cuddles after a full day. This is the sweetest.

Riverwalk puddle jumping. Lovely rainy day for a spontaneous trip to NOLA.

Who knew rolling around on the bathroom floor could be so much fun?

Started a painting tonight. Second painting of the day. Split personalities: one when the girls are awake that just tames the chaos, the other when they are asleep is much calmer. It’ll be interesting to see where this one goes when I work on it during the day tomorrow.