But Miss Camryn wanted nothing to do with it for several months.
I got it on her body once, but not for long.
She absolutely hated it.

No biggie.
I figured someday she would notice the fabulous pink tutu in her closet and decide all on her own she wanted to wear it.

That day finally arrived last week!  Camryn spotted it in her closet and ended up wearing it to bed one night.  Then the next day, she wanted to wear it all day.  Even when we went to have lunch with the boys.

She happily danced and twirled and posed for pictures.  It made me smile.

I bet it makes you smile, too.  Girls are fun.

This was definitely a case of monkey see, monkey do.

I really like how in this next one, the watermelon is totally going in her ear and she could really care less.  That, my friends, is dedication to the craft of watermelon eating.

She was seriously so happy outside tonight. I know I am biased, but she just has the cutest watermelon drippy chin, the best carefree toddler smile, and the most beautiful blue eyes!

Even when she pouts that it’s time to go in, she is still just stinkin’ adorable!

It’s officially the last weekend of summer.  Monday morning will start bright and early for all of us as Connor heads off to 2nd grade and Logan to Kindergarten.  We’ve met the teachers, readied he supplies, and I can honestly say that we played hard and had a lot of fun this summer but we are all ready for the school year.  I feel like there are so many things I didn’t get a chance to blog about this summer, and I’m hoping to finally have some time to go through the pictures I’ve taken and do one final (probably boring to most) summer post.    Then, bring on the fall!

We were on our way home from Arlington, and Cami couldn’t stop talking about her daddy.  He didn’t get to go with us because of a business trip, and we hadn’t seen him since Wednesday morning.

“Da da daddy daddy daddy da da” she sang from the backseat.  “Nunnle daddy shoes off.” (translation: snuggle daddy, shoes off.  She requires him to take his shoes off immediately so that way she knows for sure he isn’t going anywhere.)
“Yes, sweet girl, I’m sure you can snuggle daddy as soon as we get home.” I told her.
“Nunnle daddy cose off!” She exclaimed.
Translation: Snuggle daddy clothes off.

I started cracking up as I told my 2 year old that it is not appropriate for her to snuggle daddy with his clothes off. I laughed even harder when she sweetly said “Meese?” (Translation: please)

Where did she come up with that? Actually, like a lot of 2 year old’s, she is going through a naked=fun phase. Made me laugh. And she’s said it several times again today.

After we got home, I was puttering around, unpacking. Derek, Connor, and Logan were watching soccer, and Cami was content snuggling daddy sans shoes but fully clothed. Logan looked up from the tv and sweetly said to me, “Mommy? Will you take a picture of the whole family on the couch?” That was a surprising question from my most photo-resistant child.
“Sure, buddy” I replied.
“I want to take a picture so I can remember what you look like when you are dead.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or be creeped out by that! I chose to laugh. But I seriously have no idea where that thought came from.

Speaking of funny things, here are a few searches that have resulted in finding my blog:
–capris matronly. (Do I really wear mom pants? Well, there was that one time I purchased matronly jeans, but I don’t, to my knowledge, own any matronly capris.

–30, flirty, and fabulous. I’m going to take this as a compliment.

–Are crunchy peanut butter and creamy peanut butter the same thing. If you are still searching for the answer, um, first of all that’s a little odd, and second of all, the answer is no.

–baby elf ear. Yes, it’s true, as an infant Logan had a bit of an elf ear.

–chubby arms. I sincerely hope this pulled up a picture of cutie pie camryn and not me!

–chubby in tank top. Again, I hope this referenced Cam and not me. Age 2 chubbiness=cute. Age 30 chubbiness=not so cute.

–decaying kittens. Really? First, who googles that? And second, why the heck did my blog show up with that search. I can’t, to my knowledge, ever remember blogging about decaying kittens. And I apologize if I ever did. Gross.

And one last funny thing to round out this post…

um, hello miss sassy pants.  I can’t help but chuckle when she gives me this look.  And also be a little bit scared of the hormonal teenage years.   Remind me that I thought this look was funny in 15 years when she is giving me a similar look.

Yesterday, Camryn was so cute with one of her babies out in the backyard. I had to take some pictures, and since my blogging has been a bit lacking over the past few weeks I figured they would make good blog material.

First, she carefully gets baby all settled in the world’s oldest Powerwheel Jeep.

And then they are off!  But just for pretend because the oldest Powerwheel Jeep ever no longer runs.  And that’s a good thing….Cami, babies do not belong in the front seat!  And especially unrestrained!

Don’t worry, baby.  I’ll catch you before you fall all the way on the ground.

Camryn thinks she is such big stuff.  And all the while, baby is there by her side.

Don’t do it, Cami!  Yes, babies can be very frustrating, but just lock yourself in a room and take some deep breaths!

Just kidding!  (I LOVE this picture of her!)

But really, playing with babies is serious business.

I love seeing her play with her babies!  I know I am totally biased, but it’s just the cutest thing to see her act all girly and nurture things.  She is so different than the boys, that’s for sure!

I wish you could hear her laughing when he peeked over the side.  It was the cutest thing ever!

Cami wishes there was room for two.  I know this, because about 30 seconds after I took this picture, she was throwing a temper tantrum to get in the car.

Logan didn’t get out of the car, but he did reach out and give her the sweetest little hug.  It made her happy.

And it made me happy, too.  I know there will be years ahead where the boys fight with Camryn, but for now I will just enjoy the sweetness.