RIP RBG

 

We had to postpone Dorothy's horse-riding party, but Willa came over for a celebratory sleepover

 

We visited the farm to pet the horses (party postponed because our friends are under the weather)

More farm

More farm

Spa play

More spa

Sand art

More sand art

Giltterized

Drawing a self-portrait for art class (photo before the tears started because it didn't look enough like her)

This is six

 

(LOL "glitterizer")

It's a dome climber (we bought it from our neighbor and wheeled it to our house on a wagon)

 

Any guesses what this is?

Mary Claire coached Dorothy via phone and DJ pulled her own tooth (#2)

Maybe the Tooth Fairy will be working this weekend

No deck, just dirt

Headbanz guessing game

Split screen

Sarah's godchild had a beautiful little baby

Introducing Natalie Catherine Russell

Born Friday, September 4, 2020, at 5:25 p.m.

to Grace (Morgan) and Wes Russell

Columbus, GA

8 lbs., 9 oz., 21 inches

The Sunday Funnies

I noticed that Dorothy was holding a booger and asked her to go wash her hands.  She returned and said, "I washed the booger, so it doesn't have germs on it anymore."

We were listening to a story about superpowers.  "I want my superpower to be flying, and breathing under water," Dorothy said.  "Oh, and the power to go to sleep right away by lullaby.  That would really help me."

Dorothy was struggling to read the words "tennis shoes" and once she sounded it out, she exclaimed, "What!?  Why did they spell it like that?  It's 'ten-a shoes.'"

I wiggled Dorothy's tooth and told her that I think it might come out this weekend.  "Do you think the Tooth Fairy works on the weekends?" she asked.

Behind the curb

 

Flashback: Dorothy kept a Happy Meal box and made some fries to refill it

 

The girls like to play "toy hotel"

Happy...September

Virtual School (No Shoes Required)

Bad news, good news

Bad news:  Dorothy fell off her bike yesterday and cracked her helmet.

Good news:  She is okay, and got a new helmet out of the deal.

(When she was wee, and barely talking, I chose a bike helmet for her at Target that was light blue with a street scene.  She understood shopping, and when we moved to the next aisle, though she talked very little, she demanded, "Pink!  Butterflies!  Go back!"  So we went back and got the pink helmet with the butterflies.  As you can see, once again, Dorothy chose her own helmet.)