Favorite Robot

Not sure where to begin with this one. Propped up on the sofa is the NY Times Magazine open to a photo of a robot named Mertz. Since seeing him in this morning's paper she has developed a minor obsession and claimed it as her "favorite robot". In this picture she dressed him in a white hat and threw him a tea party.

I bet any money that if we were to actually get her the real robot she would still prefer the magazine. I assume that just because she likes something she'd want a real or bigger or more complex version of it. It's happened before. She loves watching Barney (I know, shoot me) but when I showed her a Barney doll she couldn't care less.

Hungarian Grandma

Mel's friend Jake has a Hungarian grandma who got both of them this T-shirt. She wears it with pride.

God Song

This image is blurry I know but here she looks so much like her great-grandma on Tim's side that I had to post it. It's odd how she looks nothing like me or anyone in my family.

Mel goes to a drop-in daycare at a local church where the loving daycare ladies make them say prayers before snacks and lunch. (We're in the South, y'all!) Maybe the ladies can tell this is not something we do in our house and say a silent prayer to save her from her God-less parents. At home before digging into her snack today she clasped her hands together and said "Sing God song!" and sang an unintelligble ditty.

Sandbox

Picked up a sandbox and lots of toys from a Freecycle neighbor. All we had to do was buy the sand...250 lbs of it! Mel has yet to show interest in girlie toys but I know the "princess" stage is coming. After her car toppled over she picked it up, hugged it and said "Are you OK? You're OK" very affectionately.

Big Baby

Mel tried out the bassinet today. She looks HUGE inside such a small space. I forgot how small newborns are.

Happy Birthday Uncle Dave!

Uncle Dave's birthday was on July 4th. He dropped by the house for presents and cupcakes and ended up watching Mel while Tim and I were busy with the contractor. Thanks Uncle Dave!

That night we walked up the block to watch fireworks. Mel had her hand pressed over her eyes the entire time because it was "too loud". Occasionally she would peak through her fingers in sheer terror. We walked back towards the house where it was quieter but she was still not digging it.

Remodeling

Mel is helping with our remodeling project. She walks around the house wanting to measure things with a yard stick I am convinced will be the object that pokes her eye out. Today we went shopping for bathroom fixtures. Try making design decisions with a wild monkey in tow. We had to peel her off the walls. It was very close to bedtime so we were asking for it.