The girls took a ballet/gymnastics class. Fred likes to copy his sisters. So he wears dress-ups, plays with dolls, wears headbands, etc. I don't mind. He also really likes trucks and balls and 'boy' stuff. I know he'll eventually conform to the gender role that society prefers.
Chloe wanted a tea party. She asked and asked and I gave vague answers. She finally made invitations and made me commit to a date. Then
Chanell and I decided to have "Tea Party Tuesdays". Turns out there were only about three Tuesdays in the whole summer. Weird.
The middle pictures documents what polite, dainty princesses they all are.
Fred only broke two dishes.
Danika introduced me to raw oatmeal. I love it because it tastes good and I am lazy.
Chloe loves it. Fred likes his with
raisins. Stella doesn't like it. This is kind of sad because she really likes cooked oatmeal but when 2 out of 3 are willing to go along with the lazy method then the third ends up with cold cereal without milk.
Every night at dinner--
ok, let's be honest--Every night that we actually sit down as a family to eat, Fred eventually ends up on Dan's lap. He pushes his plate over by Dan, climbs out of his chair and walks across the table. Every time. I'm glad he prefers Dan on this one.
This is Chloe saying "goodbye" to the cat. We didn't get rid of her. We only banished her to the lone and dreary world. That's what happens when you pee on the carpet. Unless it is our child. In that case we just try an assortment of tactics, none of which work, then give up.
Fred climbed into this by himself. I'm impressed that it didn't tip.
On our way home from St. George we stopped in Provo for a photo shoot with my brother Jordan.
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