Going to bed a little smarter.

Today was a good day. Typical in some ways and out of this world weird in others. Lillian and I had a few extra visitors with is heading to nanny and papas. My sister Kristen AND my childhood best friend, Kristen. (Dont ask, for 13 years it has been confusing)

As always, I learned a few lessons today...
1. Don't take your grandmothers Lasiks.
2. Don't let your friends go shopping with you.
3. How chickens are made.
4. Don't burn your own trash.

You may remember from one of my last post that nanny and papa had a baby goat. Well, our family had further expanded and twin goats were born this week! Of course, we HAD to go play with them. My baby sister picked up and snuggled Roger, he was the baby featured on the last post about the goats. He yelled a little but I think he was just declaring his love for us! Anyways, while we were there we went in the chicken pin and decided to feed those feathered freaks. I just can't trust a chicken. We had the "chicken and the egg" talk and I was taught exactly what roll the rooster plays in the hatching of a little chick! Who knew.

With all the excitement from playing with goats and feeding chickens I made a large amount of bathroom dashes. I woke up this morning feeling "puffy" I made sure she had taken her Lasiks and said " I should take one, I'm bloated" next thing I know I'm swallowing a little white pill and i had no clue just how many times one person could pee. I bet I could describe every inch of Nannys bathroom now. Lesson learned.

Also while at nannys, their neighbor who is old like them ;-) decided he would burn his own garbage while he tinkered in his yard. Next thing he knows a can exploded and his yard is on fire. Thankfully they were able to put out the fire before it spread to the woods. Truth be told I could have drowned those flames with my bladder but no one asked me. So, when its dry out and you feel like you should burn trash, don't.

After Nannys we took the 2 year old home to nap and headed to Target. That's when both Kristen's rocked my world by revealing to myself that I have an unhealthy addiction to stripes. Everything I wanted had stripes. Everything I tried on was unflattering and I left empty handed. But that wasn't without putting on clothes that were clearly meant to be in someone else's closet. I love them for trying but I still looked cray cray.

Friday traditions and baby goats.

As you all may know, Lillian and I pack up and head to a tiny little town to visit nanny and papa just about every Friday. Papa always buys us lunch at an old gas station turned restaurant and we get the same thing. every. single. Friday.

Anyone who truly knows me knows how much I cherish my time with my grandparents. I am blessed to have them only 15 minutes away! I hope they can see how hard I try to be the best granddaughter I know to be. If my other grandparents lived closer I can only hope we would have the same relationship. They have been given the gift of watching Lillian grow from week to week and watch me grow as a parent. They spoil us rotten, and we are not a bit ashamed of it. :) We don't only see Nanny and papa, we always get to see Poppy (my dad) on our visit to Hickory Tavern as well.  Poppy always takes Lily to the gas station and buys her candy and I always get a lottery ticket, I always loose and dad always wins at least 3 dollars. Lucky duck.

This week we got to meet a new member of the family and Lillian and I lovingly named him Roger. (We aren't even  positive he is a he.) But we think he loves his name anyways.

I see ALOT of my personality in Lillian. My love and compassion for animals for instance. Lillian is not satisfied unless she has paid every animal she comes in contact with some attention. She loves feeding the chickens and goats.  She has the biggest most tender heart and this mama is so filled with pride every time I see her love on one of God's creatures. She may look like her daddy, but she has some characteristics of her mama, and that my loves, is the best feeling in the world.

 Enjoy my Friday in pictures.

Roger is so tiny.

OK clearly this is gross...but so sweet at the same time.

always takes walks with Poppy to get the mail

coloring in the sand with her stink

light exposure was clearly alittle off....oops

converses, grass stains, and snot.

Before I became a mom I did not understand how people let their children look like little homeless people. They were covered in dirt, had runny noses and looked like they carried diseases. Toddlers are gross. They are messy little humans and they will roll in just about anything.

Let me just tell you a story in pictures.

My sweet, perfect, clean, snot free little lady started off the day with her hair in a little fountain on the top of her hair that smelled of baby shampoo. We headed downtown and immediately rode the trollie with "Bumpa" and the gang.

The moment that child spotted "the hill" it was game over. With all of the other messy children playing, Lillian had to join in. Daddy, Nina and I all took turns going down the hill with her on our tooshies. All of us had nice green pants to show for our hundred trips down the hill.

Don't judge me. I forgot the makeup at home.

We used our grimy little hands to feed the ducks.

We walked around downtown, where we ate our fair share of ice cream, funnel cakes and shared an icee. She also decided that her hair bow needed to be brushed out.

The only think my sweet monster wants to do is play outside. She loves "side", so outside we went.

getting sleepy but refusing to stop.

That's when my gremlin put lots of mulch in her hair. 

A dirty child is never complete without an overload of snot. Don't say I didn't warn you.

I would kiss that face anyways. 

Today was a great day. I will always hold on the memories like those we made today, even if my child is one of those children.