Mommy Hair Psssssssss.

The monkey's been saying two and even occasional three word sentences for a while now (ie. daddy pillow, Becca juice, juice please, mommy bubbles) but Thursday morning, the morning after she gouged my eye and I spent the night completely unable to sleep but too tired to do anything productive, she looked at me and said, "mommy hair pssssssss."  Pssssss, by the way, is the technical term in our family for either "your hair is standing on end" or "you look like a cat lady."  

Oddly, she made no mention of my eye, even though it was swollen half-shut and a lovely shade of red.  Then again, red is one of those colors she just doesn't seem interested in, so I guess I shouldn't be too surprised.  My hair on the other hand, well that was what she was going for when she poked me in the eye.  She's OVERLY interested in my hair.

And since most of you are only looking at this for the pictures, I'm throwing in a whole bunch of them, though none of my eye, thank you.  You'll need to trust me when I tell you that after the doctor finished dictating what to put in my chart his assistant lamented, "Boy did she do a number on you!"

Okay, on to the pictures:

Rich set up the fish tank in the garage but had a few too many fish, so Becca set some free.

Here she's sharing a "tried to use the potty" sticker.

Random glam shot.

She's into accessorizing these days (yes those are pants).

I don't know why they call them crappies . . . they're the prettiest fish on the lake.

Canoeing.

Dinner with Uncle Brian.

Kayaking.

Brian's boat trip with a few Fortes.