Before we get to the vidoe. I forgot to post an update from Ry’s 2-year check-up.
Stats: 28 lbs (65th percentile), 35.5″ tall (85th percentile)
I don’t have a Friday Fashion Police photo today…but not from the lack of horrbile outfits that kid had on this week! (Daddy’s now on Summer break) I figured this was along the same lines as Fashion Police though.
Ok, so technically, this is not a true “fashion police” post for 2 reasons. 1. How cute is that outfit she’s in! (They can’t all be bad, right?) and 2. The story behind the reason she is wearing it today.
Today is Andy’s very last day out at his school for the summer. The kids were done yesterday and today is just a grading/clean-up day. Normally, on the Fridays that Andy has to work (4 day school week!), Auntie Julia chips in and spends the day with the Monster. Well, today, she has to go to Portland for her final wedding dress fitting before her wedding (t-minus 15 days!) so she can’t watch Ry. Andy decided he’d take Ry to work with him. Fast forward a couple of days past that discussion…I was showing Andy Ry’s new outfit that Auntie Julia gave her for her birthday and I remarked about how stinkin’ cute it was and how cute Ry will look in it and Andy looks at the outfit and looks at me and says, “Can she wear that when she goes to work with me this Friday?” Sweet, no?
On another, non-fashion-police-but-still-blog-worthy note, I have a soar throat. And? Rylee has decided to drop the “a” off Mama and now she just calls me Mom. MOM! Talk about a punch to the gut…forget the fact she’s talking. Forget about the big-girl bed. Forget about the hair long enough for piggies…this little kid is SO not a baby any more. Maybe I have a soar throat because I am so sick over it.
Some of you probably know this, but when I first found out I was having a girl I bawled cried. Literally, chin quivering, giant tears down my cheeks crying. The poor ultra-sound tech really didn’t know how to react when she saw my tears, assumed they were tears of joy, excitedly asked “Is that what you wanted!?” and all I could do was cry harder, louder and shake my head no.
Turns out, little girls aren’t so bad after all. In fact, I really enjoy having a little girl! Luckily, she’s not too girlie. That was my biggest fear. What would I do if all Ry wanted to do was go shopping? I don’t know how to braid hair! What if she didn’t like playing outside? Or dirt? What if she doesn’t like to camp or doesn’t hunt or…or…or!? (You get the idea) Over the last year or so, I have slowly come around to more “girlie” type stuff. When registering during my pregnancy I made sure not to register for anything overly pink. I made it a point to verbalize my deep seeded disdain for too much pink. These days, pink is fine. Actually, Ry wears pink just about every day! Heck, she wore a pink and orange tu-tu for her birthday party. A TU-TU! If that doesn’t show that I’m coming around to girlie, I don’t know what does! And, I will admit, she looks so dang cute in pig-tails…and I generally hate pigtails.
Anyway, all of that is just to set you all up to tell you what I thought I would NEVER do, I did yesterday. And it was fun. I polished Rylee’s toenails!
I needed to do mine for Julia’s bridal shower, Ry was interested so I told her if she sat down on the floor I would do hers too. She loved it! She even sat nice and still and waited for them to dry. I just hope I haven’t created a monster…oh wait, she already is!