Sunday, October 30, 2011

Tis the season for making homemade applesauce

When Drew plays Barbies with Bentley...

I overhear Drew playing Barbies with Bentley.

Ken to the other Ken: "Your jacket's so cool." 
The other Ken: "No, your jacket's so cool." 
Ken: " No, your jacket's so cool." 
The other Ken: "No, your jacket's so cool." 
Ken: "Let's karate fight. AHHHH!" 
Then Barbie enters and slaps Ken repeatedly.
Then I hear Ken: "Sorry for fighting. You want to stay friends?" 
The other Ken: "Sure."

Oh yeah and they both have voices like Elvis.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

the pink lady

Here is a sneak preview of Bentley's Halloween Costume.  I made her dress from a men's button-up shirt I got at a thrift store.  I received the leather jacket as a hand-me-down from a friend over a year ago.  We hand colored the synthetic wig with pink markers. (Bentley helped). Her necklace is also from a Thrift store as well as her belt. Her favorite part of the outfit?  Getting to chew gum.

Just to note, Bentley has not seen the movie, Grease.  Just a few choice musical numbers I shared with her.  
This may give you an idea of what Drew, Emery and I are going to look like.

Monday, October 24, 2011

a fort fit for a princess

Completely spontaneously, it became a morning meant for building a fort.  We "decorated" with Emery's toys while she was taking a nap, hanging them from whatever we could under the dining room table.  Then our "building a fort" went from one end of the spectrum of fort building to the other when we added twinkle lights.


Wednesday, October 19, 2011

preschool field trip

Bentley's class when to the Double R Farm's pumpkin patch today.

Bentley's friend Aleah


Picked out her "Cinderella" pumpkin

Emery came too

Corn Maze

Coming home to a yard full of leaves

Monday, October 17, 2011

Celebrating Grandpa

On the road to Omak to celebrate Grandpa Web's 88th Birthday.

Bentley REALLY wanted me to do her hair the same way as mine that morning.  I don't know if you can tell, but we both have "pigtails" and matching gray ribbon headbands.  She even wanted earrings like me too, but I felt like the bad guy when I told her she would have to wait until she got older.

Grandpa Web sporting his new birthday hat.

Bentley with her buddy, cousin Aya

All of Grandpa Web's Great Grandchildren; Blake (10 months), Aya (3 years), Bentley (3 years), Emery (8 months)

On the road back home. (I'm behind Emery on the rock, just fyi :)

 pit stop

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Sunday, October 9, 2011

THE haircut

While "two responsible adults were present" (said my mother-in-law jokingly, lol) Bentley decided to cut her hair all by herself.  Drew was busy getting things ready for a birthday party he was throwing for me, I was out shooting portraits, while Kelly was watching Emery.  Drew said he didn't think twice when Bentley asked to take her scissors into Emery's room.  He said he even thought, "Wow, Lindsay lets her take them in there?" (uh, no, honey, I don't.)

When she walked out of Emery's room, Kelly exclaimed, "Oh, I didn't know you got bangs!" As Drew follows with, "wait, WHAT??!!??"

She cut her bangs super short, and while this photo doesn't do it justice, she also went a bit further on the right side of her head, you know, wanting to continue the look of her new bangs.  Surprisingly, she didn't do a half-bad job. :)

The next day, I was cleaning out Emery's closet and realized that it was here that the crimes occurred.  Remnants of blonde Bentley hair as well as locks of Sleeping Beauty's hair were scattered in the closet.

Kelly and Cliff had the girls that weekend so Drew and I could go on a church leader retreat. While we were there, Kelly asked if she could take Bentley to get her hair fixed, I said "Sure!"

Here is our little blondie with a remedied version of what she tried to do herself.

Emery's new favorite thing

Emery LOVES standing.  It's her new thing.  Anything and everything she will pull herself up on, and not necessarily successfully. However! It does not keep her from trying again.  Atta Girl.  Naptimes are a wee bit harder now that she just wiggles out of her blankets to pull herself to standing and then giggle and giggle at her accomplishment.  She thinks standing is the bees knees.  Wait until she figures out walking... woah, her mind will be blown.