Growing up is easy.

Afton looks just like me in this photo. I will have to get my hands on the one I am thinking of and scan it onto my computer. The dress Afton is wearing belonged to either Aunt Karen or Aunt Mary, Dad's sisters. It is a super cute dress; clothes had a much finer quality back then I believe.





Delaney at 3 1/2mo. She is quite the squiggle monster, and as big of a funny-face maker as Afton and I are. Three-of-a-kind us girls are.

See? Afton at 3 1/2mo. on Easter 2009. They look so different yet so the same for sisters. I can't wait for them to develop into the little people that will one day develop into the big people. Makes me wish I was a kid again. No worries at all, except when the food was going to be in my belly.

Little Things.

We bought this little red chair at Ikea for Afton, so that she could have her own special place to sit. The very first day she managed to repeatedly smash her toes into oblivion while trying to move the chair from one spot to another. She cried so much we had to put her bed. The next day was more of the same. It was hilariously sad, actually, because I tried to get her to understand that when your toes are under the leg of the chair, you shouldn't push down harder on the chair to free yourself. It's very counter-productive.
But since we subscribed to Netflix once more, my computer has seemingly become hostage to the TV.

What does this have to do with a little red chair? Well, I'm currently sitting on said chair, and my ass hurts something fierce and my legs are going numb, because my computer is virus to the TV host and I have no choice but to sit on the little red chair to use my computer.
I better have buns of steel from all this torture.

In other news, I made the most delicious chai-spiced sugar cookies. They are soft and moist and addictive. I made about 30 cookies a couple hours ago, and presently there are only two left. Yum yum chop.
Other than sabotaging my diet desires, I've taken to swimming in the evening, and bringing Afton along since her water wingy things seem to allow her a lot of freedom in the pool. So much freedom, in fact, that I greatly enjoy throwing her through the air to crash into the water. Very amusing.I am going to take this spatula and pry my ass off this tiny chair, so that I may go read and hopefully sleep, because tomorrow is going to be a big day, I can feel it!

Floating.

Lately I haven't wanted to use the pool because I can never just relax and swim. On a few occasions Rudy and I brought Delaney and got her wet, with only minor success, usually resulting in me having to take her home while Rudy and Afton continue swimming.

Last night I had the opportunity to take just Afton along, and after discovering she finally fit into one of her Coast Guard Approved life-vest floaty things, I was able to let her jump in without worrying about her instantly drowning.

Oh how nice it was to be able to swim unrestricted.

There was another father with his son in the pool as well, the boy being probably five years old. Afton became quite enamored with him and would not stop staring or saying Hi repeatedly. It was so cute, because after awhile, the boy came swimming up to Afton and they played with the ball he had in the water.

Of course when I went home and told Rudy about the little boy, he freaked out and said it was high time to go buy that shotgun.

Men and their little girls, so hilarious.