You know you're behind in your blogging when your mother scolds you about it. Sorry, mom.
More words later, but for now, here are some short videos from two Saturdays ago. John was in Vegas so the girls and I went on approximately 287 walks around the neighborhood.
Beatrix had her usual problem with her pants falling down:
Liv packed a snack for the girls to eat at EyeBROWlah Bridge (the structure they made out of random rocks and named after Bea's chanting "eyeBROWlah eyeBROWlah eyeBROWlah" as she walked over it). I promise you, they normally have better table manners. And yes, I cleaned up the rogue bits of seaweed snacks. Somehow, I don't think the local squirrels would have enjoyed it very much. They didn't even touch the prosciutto Liv left out one day...
Bea's new words include stop, go, and run. Watch her boss us around.
Watch Olivia take Bea's panda hostage and cause angst and drama and look like she's just about to poke Bea with the stick-on-a-string she was carrying, all while hacking up her spleen or lung or something.
That was one of the better Saturdays I've had lately. Everyone got along. Everyone giggled. No one (except me) got injured.