At Build-a-Bear, Allie chose a cheetah cub she named Aqua (after one of the Cheetah Girls, apparently - a group I was only vaguely aware of) and Layla chose a puppy she called Buddy. (When she dressed it in a pink skirt, we decided Buddy might be a girl, and added an "e" to her name.) Afterward, we stopped by Bath & Body Works, and while Mamaw was waiting in line, Allie and I took Layla on what seemed like her first escalator ride, she was so excited about the moving stairs. We went up and down the escalators 12 times, with Layla choosing to ride in a stance like a heavy metal surfer, right foot forward, knee bent, and her little right arm held out in a special salute.
We spent the night at my apartment, played some games, ordered pizza, and rented DVDs. (Cats and Dogs is pretty cute. And the first time I've seen an Anatolian shepherd in a featured movie role, nice!) I really respect anyone who has to raise children in an apartment setting, because it's hard for physically active kids to remember that one person's floor is another person's ceiling. Allie and Layla were pretty good, though.
In the car on the trip to LR; Layla with Buddye before stuffing; Buddye with a pipe up her back being stuffed.
Allie giving her cheetah a brush and fluff; after checking out; Layla made herself comfortable on one of the Bath & Body Works sale displays.
At the apartment with Aqua and Buddye. (The glasses are meant to be Buddye's, but they fit Layla too.)
Back home: Layla plays with the Snow Village before it is put away for another year; sunset on the pasture.
We arrived home to find the pond frozen an inch thick all the way across. (That's my shoe on the ice to proove it.) It doesn't often stay cold enough long enough for that to happen, though I remember one winter when I was young that the ice got thick enough to walk on, all the way to the middle.
3 comments:
My boys would never make it in an apartment. Our trip to AR was bad enough. We actually had the hotel front desk call up early one morning because the boys were making too much noise walking across the floor. I felt bad for the people under us (6-ish AM central time) but they were just walking not even jumping as it was after 7 am their body time there wasn't much I could do.
All that to say I agree with you.
Oh my gosh, the last set of pictures, the third one over, of the dried up whatever-those-are...I need a copy!! I love it!!!
(Can you tell I'm getting nice and caught up on your blog? Which, by the way, can I put you on my Blogroll...or are you not a Blogrolly kind of gal?)
Allie is scary beautiful, by the way. Holy smokes. She's like supermodel gorgeous. Yowser, Andy needs to be sharpening up some knives PRONTO!
Stephanie, I don't know how you parents do it regularly, travel with a lot of kids! I respect you, too. It must be so tiring. My parents traveled with my brother and me a LOT when we were quite young, and I'm so thankful to them for it.
Kristy, I am a little scared about Allie's looks myself! I know what you mean. :) And she's so into fashion - we just want to try to keep her interested in good role models rather than the... shall I say, trampy ones that seem to be prominent options for pre-teens to emulate! So far she seems to have a pretty good head on her shoulders, to my relief.
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