I offered to curl Della’s hair yesterday, and it blew her little mind. Which I guess is why we have kids, to blow their minds with our everyday adult skills.
She was very fixated on how this hairstyle made her look like her sister-cousin, Annie. She said to George, “You can call me Annie.” She told Steve to send Grandma Linda a pic, and she asked him to please write her name on it so that Linda didn’t mistake her for Annie.
George sometimes sleeps like this, next to his horse Sparky, which he pronounces Pokey.
Della sometimes sleeps like this, out on the lawn, because she is dead tired when she gets home from school.
George likes helping Bappa with chores, such as collecting sticks.
He would like to get more involved with the motorcycles.
Della bonked a front tooth on a kid’s head while jumping on a trampoline and now her tooth is dying.
George continues to cut things despite our crackdown on running/jumping/sitting in precarious places with scissors.
And finally, Liz invited us over for a fancy tea party. She served apple cake with honey yogurt, which Della sprinkled liberally with wasabi peas. She likes to call them “sabi” peas, and to declare which ones are the most and least sabi.
Note that Della is wearing blush and has tricked out her high heel Cinderella slippers with dangerously long, decorative nonfunctioning ribbon laces.