We just finished watching Deja Vu starring Denzel Washington. It was a really good action/sci fi movie with no bad language or nudity or anything. Denzel is my man right now. Netflix does this thing where it gives you a list of movies you might enjoy based on something you pick to watch. It'll bring up other movies with the same stars, same director, or just a similar movie. I put in one movie awhile back that starred Denzel and kept picking more and more movies he was in based on Netflix's recommendations. I think this was like the fifth movie in a row we've watched with Mr. Washington. He's a stud.
Anyway, about this weekend. We had a nice lazy Saturday yesterday. It was either overcast or raining all weekend, so the weather was nice when it wasn't wet. I set Clara in the driveway and let her go to town with a 1/4 of a watermelon.
We blew up her pool to rinse her off and just set it right next to the driveway and let her play for awhile. We sat in camping chairs in the driveway. Then it started raining and we moved our chairs right inside the garage and let her keep playing. She played until it became a downpour.
Saturday evening we headed over to Glenn and Becky's for Nachos and Margaritas. I made these t-shirts for the girls that said "I get my good looks from my Daddy". The girls LOVED their shirts. We put them on them while the guys were outside and they ran around for 10 minutes singing "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy" just laughing, banging on the door and trying to look at their t-shirts. It was pretty cute. Then we headed outside so the guys could see their awesome shirts.
This morning, Clara had a few surprises up her sleeve for Daddy. I bought a sailor's dress for her last month and went and took pictures of her in it. I took some of the pictures of her and some neat pictures of Chris' sailboat that a friend took a few months ago and turned them into sepia. I put them in a pretty frame that Chris' parents got him for Father's Day and surprised him with it. It really turned out nice.
She also got him a new hat to wear on his boat, some Dots (one of his fave candies), and I made another t-shirt for her that says "Daddy's future sailing buddy". She also made him a poster with fingerpaints (I helped). I gotta say, she did good.
The poster may require a bit of explanation. You see, allowing an 18 month old to make something herself would have just looked like some piece of modern art or something, so I decided aid her in making a picture of a sailboat. Not that I did much better. Her handprint is the sun, her footprint the sail (I know, it's silly but I refer you to my previous post lamenting my utter lack of artistic and creative ability) and her thumbprints are the fish. Note the level of detail. From the lifevests, to Chris with his knee bent while Clara looks lovingly up to him. And then there's the fish jumping out of the water and the crab who didn't want to be mistaken for a sea spider. Awesome picture if I must say so myself.
Clara wore her dress to church this morning and I couldn't tell you how many times I heard, "oh how cute, or precious, or sweet, or look at the little sailor." I've come to the conclusion that every little girl should have a sailor's dress; it doesn't get much cuter than that. We headed over to Kobe, a japanese restaurant, for lunch with Glenn, Becky, Leah and Lisa only to get there and be told that they only had the dinner menu for Father's Day. Forget that; we're too cheap. So we went to Johnny Rockets instead.
And finally, here are some of the pictures I took of the little sailor a couple of weeks ago. I love how they turned out. I wanted to post them sooner, but didn't want Chris to see.
I guess that just about does it. Or as Clara would say, "Ahhhh Done".
1 comments:
Is it me or is this little girl getting super tall? She might actually be taller than my mom. I must say, she is absolutely adorable in her dress. Just precious. By the way, I love the shirts you made. Who doesn't need a shirt with Chris's face on it? I think I might make me one. Too cute Kelsey. Your such a great mommy.
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