Well that IS how it's done...

Draya just pulled up her shirt and tried to breast feed her baby doll.

Draya's Pretty Dresses

Draya is becoming even more of a "girly girl", she has started to love wearing dresses. Her favourite is a pink, white & yellow floral one that Great Uncle D & C gave her. She will search the laundry basket for a "pretty dress" and when the dress she is wearing gets dirty (or she simply feels that it's time for a change) she'll just go and put on another one. As soon as she finds out her flower dress is clean she must wear it... even to bed. She wears it more than once (or twice) a week. Her favourite shoes to wear with her dresses are her white sandals. Second favourite are her heart covered rubber boots (which are 2 sizes too big but so cute!). Sometimes it's a fight to get her to wear shorts with her dresses, but shorts are a must as she still likes to lift her skirts when playing or accessing her belly button. Thankfully her flower dress has shorts that match it.

An emergency evening.

Daddy here, recounting the events of this evening. It all started when I got home from work...

Looking through the window of my house I see my loving daughter, sitting in Mom's lap smiling at me through our living room window. She looks pretty excited to see me. It's a hallmark moment. Then I get inside and the shrill of my daughters scream indicates I misread earlier signals. Moments before I came home, she had been sitting on the kitchen counter and she finally did what both parents worried she might someday do. She fell.

Quick math: 3 feet + 40 lb child + landing on her wrist = emergency room.

Time for a family trip, we pack some books and some snacks that would have to do for dinner and headed for emergency.

Draya was scared to go and cradled her forearm though all of this. She has never been a fan of the emergency room and was resisting the trip. We relied on an emergency tactic and promised the sweet empty caloried candy of McDonald's and we were out the door.

Over the next little while she had 3 x-rays taken, received a pooh sticker and was terribly good as she sobbed and sniffled. Much better then the cry fest she had when she had hurt her knee last summer. We held her, cradled her, held a bag of ice over her slightly swollen wrist, and read to her.

3 hours later she hops off my lap, completely changes gears and goes to play with the toys they had in the waiting room. She's fine. Just fine. She has a full range of motion in her wrist and she's back to her usual self. Ker and I look at each other, shake our heads and head to get a rather late dinner. Kids... go figure.

Uncle R get's married

Photos of Draya at Uncle R & Auntie K's wedding.

This goes with that, goes with this...

Draya has started her matching phase. She notices when thing match and she likes it when things match. She likes her IKEA plate & cup to be the same colour. She notices when her shoes match her clothing. When she wears her Backyardigans pants she also has to wear her Backyardigans jacket. Currently her doll's potty has to sit next to her potty and her doll's tub has to sit next to our tub because they match. Mommy is totally okay with this... especially when it comes to wardrobe!