Ryan and I had previously planned a night out for dinner and tattoos, so Kate came along. We both touched up our little birds we got a couple years ago and Ryan added two more for the girls.
I got Joy for my little Evie Sis. I've always loved the word "joy" and have always associated it with my faith. When we were talking names for baby #2 I started going through family names and stopped with my grandma, Joyce. My grandma and I were never close growing up, but have become very close recently and I've started to enjoy her so much. I'm lucky to have a lot of strong, faithful women in my family but this lady is one of the tops. If you've ever met her you can rest assured she showers you in prayer.
When I decorated Evie's nursery I hung this pretty picture of a deer above her changing table and the letters J-O-Y. Afterwards my mom told me a story of when she was little and watching her mom put on makeup and how her big eyes always reminded her of a deer. It struck me how funny it was that I'd chosen a deer for Evie's room. As soon as she was born she was mesmerized by that picture and would just stare at it whenever I'd change her. Since then she's become more obsessed with the letters and will pop up and point at each one. I spell it out for her and then say "joy" and ask her who my joy is. She smiles and points at herself. :) Love that girl.
Anyways, back to the weekend. We followed up the tattoos with dinner at Chino Latino, one of our favorite restaurants out here, and ate more than we ever should have.
Saturday morning was really rainy so we stayed in and made breakfast. The girls loved having their auntie there to play with.
The rain cleared up so we got to go to a block party. Lyla loved the bounce house and Evie had mixed feelings. As always.
After Evie went to bed Lyla was still running around with her friends and Ryan and I were wrapped up in yard games. I looked up and my little princess was stripping down in front of everyone. She'd decided it was time to get back in the pool and could not be bothered to go put on a swim suit. We ended up streaking across the yard into our house, where she yelled "I've gotta scooter to the stairs!" and jumped on her scooter (naked) and rode it to the stairs.
A couple days later I was talking to a neighbor and he said "oh, did you find Lyla's underwear? I think they were on the deck next door." I mean, it's not a block party until someone loses their underwear, right??
On Sunday we went to church, took naps, and headed to the State Fair. The people watching and food eating were tops.
We finally tried those infamous chocolate chip cookies and they were everything we dreamed they could be. If you can't tell by the chocolate smears and milk running down her face, Lyla was a big fan.
Dad won a puppy for Lyla!
We were sad to see Kate leave, but so glad she came! Love you, lady!