Sunday, August 31, 2008

Ice cream truck

We sure love the glorious sound of an approaching ice cream truck; I think Dad and I get just as excited as Curly does. It came by again last night and she was beside herself with happiness.
The great thing about the ice-cream truck here in our neighborhood is that it's not the typical shady guy in a shady van you see around. It's a cute little pink truck with the nicest gal inside wearing a pink and brown stripped outfit that seems genuinely excited to see Curly. We love her!

The hardest part, making a decision.

Money exchanging hands

The prize

Saturday, August 30, 2008

First Hair Cut

We decided this past week that Curly's hair was getting a tad too big, so a hair cut she got.


First snip

Thank goodness for the movie, Finding Nemo. Curly was glued to the TV.
A little bang trim

After: cuter and lighter

Friday, August 22, 2008

Underwood Farms

This past Thursday we made a special trip to visit a local farm. A fun time was had by all!! Please excuse the mass amount of pictures, I couldn't stop myself.

The train was a big hit with all the little girls, we spent most of out time letting them explore it.

Mom and Curly in front of the train.
Mom, Curly, Natalie, and Lauren.

This is the essence of Curly. She loves baby Lauren with all her heart, (a little too much sometimes) but she is very loving and kind to her and ALWAYS wants to touch her. I asked her if she would take a picture with Lauren, this was her pose.

It was a happy day for Lauren

On the ponies.

My friend Laura who used to live in close, I sure miss her.

My favorite part of the whole day was the U-pick veggie and fruit patches. I could have stayed there for hours letting Curly run around and me picking beautiful heirloom tomatoes.

This haystack was pretty tall, they all had a blast climbing it.

I love this picture. What is Jane thinking about?

Sunday, August 17, 2008

farmer's market

There are many, many things I love about where we live, one of them being the farmer's market that is less than a mile from our house. I love being able to stroll over there on a Saturday morning and buy yummy fruits, veggies, jams, breads, flowers, hummus, flowers... anything my heart desires. It tends to be a little more expensive than my tried and true TJs, but it's worth it from time to time just for the experience.
This week Culry and I went with our good friends and new neighbors, Natalie and Lauren.

Curly takes a sample of the DELISH strawberries.

Here is Lauren holding her goods, whole wheat honey bread; which has been so good as toast in the morning with raspberry jam, mmmm!

Curly deposited some $ for the steel drum player and then gave us all a good show by dancing for a good 5 minutes. I love her dance/bounce.

Natalie picking out some strawberries that tasted just like jam they were so sweet.

The pretty colors of the market. Yellow watermelon, interesting.

We love these guys!
Most of you know Curly's dislike for carrots. For those of you who don't, her face says it all.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Just cute

I like her!!

Baskin-Robbin tradition

Dad has very fond memories of his Dad taking him to eat ice cream at Baskin-Robbin when he was a kid. Before we even had Curly Dad talked about how excited he was to pass on that tradition. Here is Curly's first of many trips to 31 flavors heaven.

Mom chose chocolate Oreo, Curly approved.

Why not use 2 spoons, it gets the ice cream in faster!

I swear that all Dad and Curly photos are candid. I guess they were just meant to be.

Yea for ice cream.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Almost an entire roll of TP

Recently Curly has discovered and is quite curious about the two little openings at the tip of her nose. She likes to pick, prod, pull things out, put things up... you get the idea. I'm trying to teach her that it's OK to pick your nose but it is very important that you dispose of the findings in a proper manner. Today she started in on an exploration and I explained to her that she must use a LITTLE wad of toilet paper to blow her nose, using a finger is not polite. I asked her if she would like to go into the bathroom and get some or would she like me to. She proceeded to run into the bathroom indicating that she would indeed be in charge of her own nose blowing. She was very proud as she came out of the bathroom with her little wad of TP.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Miniature golf with friends

I've nannied for quite a few years and I have taken care of a lot of different kids during that time, but these 3 are by far my favorite! Luckily we live only a few miles away so I get to visit often. It's so much fun for me to see them every few weeks and June loves to play with them, it's like having brothers and a sister. This past Tuesday we went to a fun miniature golf place in Sherman Oaks.

Left to right... Griffin (Griff), Hayley, Curly and Brady
Curly was so thrilled to hold her club and ball, no putting was necessary.

Hayley and Curly.

Inside of the haunted house. It was pretty authentic, they even had real spider webs and spiders. It was fun because all the different buildings were just her size so she felt like a big girl.

Griff in front of his hole in one.

Biker chick.

The wild life on the course was very unexpected, but Curly was thrilled. I have to say this was my first time ever seeing live rabbits at hole 15 at a miniature golf course.

Stalking the ducks.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Saturday night fun

Just about every Saturday night in the summer we try and go to the Levitt Pavilion (a miniature version of the Hollywood Bowl) to listen to live music. Dad and I love this kind of stuff and Curly is at the age where she enjoys any opportunity to dance her heart out. The concerts start at 8 so we try to get there early with our dinner and eat while the band gets set up.
To keep Curly occupied between dinner and concert start time we give her the trash we've accumulated from our dinner and have her walk it down to the trash can (behind her and to the right), piece by piece. It usually takes her a dozen or more trips but it keeps everyone happy.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.