Waverly, along with her contagious giggles, also loves mirrors. I am sure it isn't because she is looking at herself (or even realizes that it is her own image), but she acts like she is meeting a friend.
She talks to the mirror and talks back and forth like she is actually having a conversation with someone. Here is one of those conversations.
We try to celebrate the kids' birthdays with a special dinner or lunch. I say try because it may not be on their actual birthday, but will be for their birthday. The children can choose to have either lunch or dinner. They also can ask for a specific meal to be made or to go to a specific restaurant.
This year Skye asked to have a girls' lunch at the Rainforest Cafe at a mall in Nashville. There is a reason that this is considered special. I am not a shopper. I have never really had the ability of buying whatever I wanted when I wanted. I had a kid and a limited income. I also have issues with crowds which affects my ability to be around a large crowd and most of the time I avoid this.
When I can't avoid it, I have to push through the feelings of anxiety and it tends to make me somewhat short-tempered. I also want to get in, get what I'm there for, and then get the hell back out as quickly as humanly possible all while talking or interacting with as few people as possible. My patience is like a sponge filled with water. The sponge starts out full and takes a lot to squeeze it. The longer I am there, the tighter that sponge gets squeezed until its dryer than the desert. So when Skye requests this for her birthday, she knows that I will let her go to as many stores as I can possibly handle without complaining. Ok, with as little complaining as possible. If I wouldn't let her complain than I can't either.
We didn't take much video because it was a public place and I did want to respect the other peoples' privacy.
Molly is one of those cats that you just know was some kind of royalty in a past life. She carries herself with the grace of a queen. She is also the oldest of the pack. I say she has a resting b*tch face. She doesn't really like to be touched and acts like you will hurt her by just touching her. Her fur is soft and supple.
Waverly isn't the only one that had fun with the soap crayons. Gordo (also called Fat Boy as he was the biggest of the litter). He batted that crayon around for a few minutes and it was very cute.
Are you old enough to remember the click pens that had more than one color ink in them? You would push down the corresponding color peg to choose a color to write with. These soap crayons remind me of those pens. As the child uses them, they wear down and would need to be pushed up.
She loved drawing on the fridge and floor with them. She had a blast and because they are soap, they wash right off.
Any time Waverly is in her high chair eating, the dog sits on the floor right by her feet, waiting for any treats she throws at him. He is a good boy though and doesn't jump up to steal food off her try, he waits patiently for her to give it to him.