Happy Fathers Day to the funnest, sweetest, most energetic, thoughtful, hard-working, and dance-iest Dad out there. (So proves all these random clips I strung together from my phone from the last 3+ years.) We love you so so much Geoff!
This past week we've been celebrating Ivy's FOURTH birthday while also trying to figure out how our little baby is practically schooled-aged already. On her actual birthday we went out to waffles before she got picked up for her big birthday date with grandparents. Once she got home we played with new toys until it was time for a pizza date and a trip to the Disney store to pick out just ooooone more present before bedtime. It was a birthday miracle that they happened to have one very last Frozen dress that was returned to the store that day, in just her size. (When I hear myself talk about how 'rare Frozen memorabilia is', it makes the realization that I have a 4 year old that much clearer. I'm such a dork.)
Fast forward to last night when we threw Ivy her birthday 'dance party' for all 100 of our closest friends and family. Since it's already so hot here, we decided our only option was an indoor party. Since our house would probably pop open like a bag of Doritos in the altitude if we invited everyone we loved over, we sprung for a little air conditioned dance venue that could more comfortably host everyone. We kept it low key and got dozens of donuts, borrowed a light and DJ kit, blew up some balloons, and threw some party favors on the tables. It was so fun watching all those sugar-high kids get loose on the dance floor together. I always feel so warm and fuzzy when we get all the people we know and love together at the same time, it makes me realize how many wonderful and good people we have in our life. Thanks everyone for coming out to wish Ivy a happy birthday-- she felt incredibly loved and so did we!
We failed miserably at getting any pictures because we were having too much fun dancing and visiting, but check out this little Instagram video I snapped towards the end of the night.
This picture sums up our beach trips pretty perfectly. Lola close by, never leaving the comfort of us, the sand toys, and most importantly the snacks. Then theres Ivy in the distance collecting treasures and seashells, talking to herself and completely ignoring our "COME BACK IVES, TOO FAR!"'s.
Can't wait for many more beach days this Summer-- Lolas chubby legs were made to sport sandy one-peices.
We've been trying to take advantage of this beautiful weather as much as possible by getting outside every chance we get. A few Saturdays ago we drove the girls down to the river and rock hopped, stick searched, and dipped our toes in the freezing water. I'm glad we hauled the film camera with us for these two pictures alone.
**Please notice the cranberry lip Ivy is sporting, as always.
Ivy at almost four years old is: silly, sensitive, miniature, curious, dramatic, caring, particular, animated, talkative. She loves to color, paint her nails, use her imagination, and prefers to wear lipstick every day of the week. She is obsessed with tiny things, is a professional bedtime staller, and is absolutely terrified of the dark. Her choice last meal would be a cold glass of chocolate milk and a side of goldfish crackers. She loves babies and learning and is constantly asking questions in public that make me want to jump out the window. "Mom, why does that man have a baby in his belly?" "Mom is that an ooooooold woman?" etc. etc.
Embarrassing questions and all, we love our tiny, inquisitive, big girl.