The Structure

It arrived

in a whole stack of boxes

on the hottest day of the year.

Took many, many, MANY

man and women hours to construct, and finally,

after three full on days......

DONE!!

The cutest playhouse ever. 

Sofia calls it "the structure".

Sofia and Jake have been playing to their little heart's content

late into these beautiful summer evenings.

And look at this girlie.

Never been on a swing in her life......she flat out has always refused to.

We were even going to leave the swings off 

but decided that in the end her friends would like them.

WELL, just to prove us wrong,

she got on (sideways at first)

and has been swinging ever since.

Thanks Clyde, Papa, Meg and Dan

for assembling "the structure".

These kiddos are going to have a great summer.

Noodilicious

Summer has arrived

full force,

and with it

our little fish has also reappeared.

Sofia spends more time under the water

than she does on top of it.

She plays on the steps until her feet go raw.

And of course,

she noodles about.

Who doesn't like a good old noodle??

She loves just sitting and visiting with 

the little mermaid.

And just to prove that it is not all mucking about

take a look at this diving form.

Toes are pointed and all.

Daddy

Four years ago

we spent Father's Day

in Guatemala

getting to know our baby girl.

This was one of the few moments she slept......

at breakfast, Father's Day morning,

and we sat at that table

for as long as humanly possible

to get every last moment of sleep.

Father's Day weekend 2011,

camping and star gazing.

We have come to realize that sleep is not our girlies strong point.

But one thing is for sure....

Sofia is perfectly comfortable in her Daddy's arms.

Happy Father's Day

to the best Daddy a little girl could dream of.

Or so the story goes.....

Last night we had a lovely evening together with some friends.

Sofia and Peter were playing all evening long really well together.

  No tears, no fighting.

At one point, Sofia pointed out to me a small scratch on her ankle.

We put a band aid on it, and all was good.

This morning when I dropped her off at Geema and Papa's 

this is how the conversation went....

To Geema:

Sofia: Look Geema.......I have an owie (pointing to the small scratch on her ankle)

Geema: Oh no!! How did that happen?

Sofia:  Peter bit me!!

(I can assure you that no teeth were involved in the acquisition of said scratch)

To Papa (like one minute later):

Sofia: Look Papa......I have an owie (pointing to the same small scratch on her ankle)

Papa:  How did you get that?

Sofia:  Peter tried to kill me!!

This girl has a bit of a flair for the dramatic!