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June 2011

Hip(po), Hip(po), Zooray!

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Dallas has been wanting to go to the zoo for a while now.  We decided to make his dream come true by convincing Caroline that she wanted to go to the zoo and calling it her birthday party. Perfect plan!

We started off with the bird show.  The girls LOVED the talking parrots.  Can you spot the bird?

The bird show exits right by the carousel.  Upon seeing the carousel, Brooke was bound and determined to have a ride.  We splurged:

The zoo had moving, roaring dinosaurs scattered throughout the park:

What was the girls’ reaction to the dinosaurs?  Pure terror:

Spencer’s animal encounter:

The day before we went to the zoo Brooke drew pictures of several of the animals she hoped to see.  She insisted we bring them with us because she wanted to show the animals.  This is her tiger:

Can you guess this one?  It’s a giraffe.  Brooke’s a little abstract at times:

The girls couldn’t take their eyes off of the giraffe.  Not even for a picture.  It’s okay.  I’m sure one day I’ll want to remember what the back of their heads looked like:

Now the obligatory “Are you as big as a gorilla?” pictures:

We had a fun, sweaty day!

Ouch!

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Caroline woke up from her nap.  I sent Brooke in to keep her happy for a few minutes.

A few minutes came and went and I didn’t really notice because the girls were being so quiet.  Too quiet.  You know what that means – trouble.

I dashed into the room and found Brooke had put every Band-Aid that we own on Caroline.

It was all fun and games for Caroline…until we had to pull off each Band-Aid one by one.

It was all fun and games for Brooke…until later that day when she fell and actually needed a Band-Aid.

Lesson learned?

I doubt it.

Pest Control

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We are having an insect invasion at our home.  I’ve never seen bugs quite like this.  They are huge.  They crawl all over everything.

Perhaps I’m hallucinating, but I think I’ve even heard them talk.

However, strangely enough, I find them kind of cute.

Perhaps we’ll hold off on calling the exterminators.

Three-Months Old Means…

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…Spencer is sitting up better in his bouncer:

…he’s found his hands:

…he can hold on to objects that his sisters place in his arms:

…he can charm us with his gummy smiles:

…and he can sleep through the night:

Ha!  Yeah right.  Remember a few posts back when I said Spencer was only waking up once in the night?  Those days are long gone. Spencer seems to think he needs to revert back to newborn behavior and wake up every two to three hours at night now.  Grrr.

Three months also means my post-pregnancy-hair-shedding ordeal has begun!

Our drains and vacuum will never be the same again.

 

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