Today's post brought to you by the letter "W"

Keira is obsessed with the letter W right now. I'm trying not to see it as her own covert little way of showing support for our current "President" (but not for long!), and instead to be amused as she carries around her foam alphabet M and W--both the same to her--and gets excited whenever she spots a "dub-yew!" as part of any text she runs across...and I do mean "runs." That kid doesn't walk anywhere!

W is for Walking

So I ended up going to Relay for Life by myself after Keira went to bed last night, though I had wanted to bring her along and, of course, take oodles of cute pics of her in a hat and sunglasses (not to mention 18 gallons of sunscreen). Things were just too busy during the day, so I ended up walking from 11pm-ish to 1:30ish, which probably burned off a good 200 of the 765,459,081 calories I consumed yesterday. Hooray! Here are a few pics I took, though my camera wasn't cooperating since it was a little dark out there...

There's a guy who lost his dad to cancer and spends a ton of money each year to spell out "love you, Dad" on the bleachers using the luminary bags, which are a $10 donation each!

These are the luminary bags that line the entire track, in honor or memory of loved ones:

Here's a bird's-eye view of the whole thing:


I can't wait to find out how much money our team raised altogether. The total goal for the event was to raise $400K, which it almost did last year!

W is for Weeds

As in, we now have none! Well, almost none. The landscapers started working on our yard yesterday and got a TON done already. Out of guilt for having almost nothing in the house for the poor guys to eat (they arrived at 7am, tried to order a pizza around 10am and found that none of the pizza places open until 11am--so much for this being the land of opportunity!), I baked some chocolate chip cookies...hence the 765,459,081 calories, which consisted of 90% cookie dough, 8% cookies, 1% oatmeal for breakfast, and 1% assorted junk food at the Relay. Anyway, here's our weed-free backyard:

(If you actually looked at this pic with anything resembling interest, I love you. You are clearly a loving friend/family member, a very bored stranger, or an Oscar-caliber actor. Either way, bless you for spending a moment of your life looking at a photo of dirt.)

And here's Keira keeping the landscapers company:

Lastly, W is for Wakeful

Our little firecracker is boycotting naps these days (though, thankfully, she's still sleeping at night). She stays in there and yells, sings, rolls, dances, counts, and occasionally strips naked in her crib until Mommy gives up and gets her back up after an hour or so. That must explain why she still looked like this at 9am a few mornings ago!