On Friday we happily welcomed in the cooler temperatures and some much needed rain. The excitement was brewing of the weekend to come.
It didn't disappoint.
Ta-da. The side pony tail.
I resisted the urge to bust out some Debbie Gibson and a few episodes of Blossom.
For now, we'll keep it here. My girl rocked it and has requested it ever since.
My little Bunny was in full effect. She's coming into her own. She is the fire from Sophie, the specificity of Miss Rose, and her own contribution of sweetness mixed with buckets of determination. She's tough, oh so very tough. Girl knows what she wants and she'll get there in her own time.
Tonight's dinner, a whole slice of Shuttle and a tub of squash. Sister doesn't mess around.
And how this little pistol decided otherwise. We followed her lead.
I thought a summer of daily reinserts of the tube would be my routine.
Not so much, according to the Alice Elizabeth.
Because this summer we made plans and have happily marked them off our list. We drank in the Rockies and braved the rapids of the Arkansas River.
The days have ended with happy little ones playing in the back yard until we say they must come inside and soak off the day's adventures in a mountain of bubbles.
Our backyard is our playground. The place where we trickle out after dinner for some fun. Tonight, some friends joined us. We are so blessed.
While Emma wants to be in the center of all the hustle and bustle of friendship, Sophie is content to hang back and do her own thing. Sweet differences.
Jumping pictures. They crack me up. Have no idea why.
The girls joined in the giddy fun along with precious Toni. She's a treasure. This we know.
And we're making them.
Same time. Same place.
Same hearts ready to shelve the day's responsibilities and trade them in for popsicles with kiddos and friends. Because we know how to bring the weekend into the week.
With jumping pictures, of course.