You remind me of the babe.

My daddy showed me David Bowie.

He did? What did you think of him?

He's not that great.

He's not? Why?

Because he doesn't play a banjo.

When hiking in Tucson ...

... it is always best to bring carrots.

You never know who you will meet.

From the mouth of babes

Hey Dadda?

Yes Kaylee?

I love my mommy. And I love you. And I love my friend Sara. And I love my friend Alice.

That's great Kay. What about Grandpa Charlie, Grandma Cindy, Grammy and Papa Allen?

Yeah. And GG is not my grandma. She is your grandma. But I love her.

She wants us to go visit her in her hotel, because she is sad. We should go.

Storytime!

Kaylee "reading" one of her mom's favorite books.

If you strain your eyes enough, you can see that she almost has it down.

Catching up

I've been holding onto this image since I returned from Syracuse. (I'm not lazy - I just kept forgetting that it was on my phone.)

Rain is to the desert what that first snowfall is to those in the Midwest. It's exciting and new and you've had a LONG time to forget how inconvinient it can be.

But mostly, it's for playing in.

Now, we can't exacly make snow angels or snow forts - but we can play in the giant puddles that form in the street in front of the house.

And we did.

And I couldn't think of a better way to spend my first day back after a week away from my girls.

Big night

The party ran late, so we didn't get to try that new orange dress on the dance floor - but Kaylee did "drink all her toast."

That's my girl.

Fancy dinner

Ready to wish Miss Zine well, eat sone dinners and boogie. Or at least
two out of three.

I've been lazy

Because my sister is making me look bad (what with her blog post a day and all) I decided to break out the editing software and put a little something together. It's not much, but the source material is cute.

Rae shot it, so you can't blame me for the orientation. Maybe if you rotate your monitor on it's side?

In other news

• Kaylee's class was visited by a special teacher who taught them all about their hearts. Kaylee even got to "listen to her heart beeping in her skeleton cage."
• Kaylee had her first Valentines Day party at school. She hand-made cards for the entire class. Every other parent took the easy way out and bought valentines. LAME.
• Kaylee is VERY interested in her valentines. Especially those from the boys. I try to tell myself that it is because they have Wolverine, Spider-Man and the like on them – but I know better.
• The kid is going through a bit of a regression in her verbal skills. Instead of speaking in the complete sentences we're used to, she has reverted to grunts, squeals and general "baby talk." I know it's just a phase (and probably something she picked up from the kids at school) but it is annoying the hell out of me.
• Kaylee is also regressing when it comes to going accident-free all night. But apparently she's decided that she'd prefer to share the love – and climb in bed with us to do the deed. Makes for an interesting 4 am wake-up-call.
• We're off to an engagement party tomorrow night. One of Kay's favorite teachers is getting married in a traditional Muslim ceremony and invited a couple of her favorite kids to the celebration that evening. Kay is very excited (especially since her BFF Sara is coming too) and I'm sure there will be plenty of pictures to follow.

How Will Daddy Get Home?

Tonight on the drive home from daycare Kaylee asks how Daddy will get home from New York. So I tell her he'll be coming home on an airplane. She says, "We'll pick him up?" with a little bit of excitement ticking her voice up at the end. Then she imitates my whispered waking her up to do just that, "Kaylee, time to pick up Daddy at the airport." The grin is enough to tell me that no matter how late it is when Mike gets back, Kaylee and I need to be at the airport to meet him. Some things are just more important.