Ryan and water

It's a love/hate thing.  Has been for years.  Loves it on her own terms.  Hates it on her head.  That makes for an entertaining time when washing her hair.  So many rules she has.  I think we're all anxiously awaiting her response when she starts her intense swim camp in a couple of weeks.  God help the instructors.  But lately though, there has been a glimmer of hope.  At the pool and at the park, she has been a bit of a rebel and venturing close to full on head in the water mode.
Trying to stay above the fray...
Getting more comfortable....
Will she ever become a water baby?  Stay tuned until mid-July when we either have a full-on swimmer or a Mrs. Ackerman's Swim Club evictee.  

In honor of the girls' new obsession with knock knock jokes (have you ever taken a 25 minute car ride listening to non-stop knock knock jokes?), anywho....
Knock knock
Who's there?
Opposite of Ryan
Opposite of Ryan who?
Water obsessed Reese

Monday cuteness

This could quite possibly be my favorite pic of these three to date.

Grant just realizing the Reeser's chill 'pose'/squat

Girrrrrl, you nuts.

A father.....to daughters

Means spending hours playing 'princess', partaking in tea parties and being a 'customer' to the girls' many cooking adventures.  And of course, making rocks 'pretty' on the tiny picnic bench under the swing set.
Precious.

Happy Father's Day!

A very big happy Father's Day to all the dads out there.....but for myself and the girls, two particular dads mean the world to us.

To the best tire swing pusher out there (waaayyyyy better than cautious mom)...
To the best human jungle gym we know...
To the king of dancing....
To an amazing husband/partner/buddy - you make life fun and we love you!
And to the man I have called dad for 34+ years and my girls have the privelege of calling Papa.
With all his little peeps...
And to a man whom I only wish myself and the girls had the pleasure of meeting....Grant's dad
To all the dad's out there....we love you! we need you! you make life so much more fun and exciting!

Water fun

I think we've proven time and time again that the Reeser's hasn't met a hose or sprinkler she doesn't like.  Same story last week on our playdate at Shaw Park:

Dance Party

Alright, I've been lacking lately.  Guilty as charged.  I will make it up to my adoring public (of five) with two videos of the little ladies shaking their grove thang's when we checked in for our Saturday night stay over at Grandma and Grandpa's this past weekend (dad was in Hawaii.....tough, right?).

and in part 2, I will keep the name of the nightgowned woman anonymous to protect the innocent.

 

Painting rocks

We have a pile of stones randomly living in the back corner of our yard.  Basically because we pulled them from elsewhere and have no plan and/or are just too lazy to remove them altogether.   Needless to say, the girls have claimed the 'rock pile' as their own.  I had seen out there in the blogworld, a handful of ideas involving paint and rocks.  In lieu of getting too creative, I opted to just throw said stones and some paint on the girls picnic table and let them have at it.  Major success.  Our rock pile has already dwindled by half and our 'pretty painted stone pile' has multiplied.

Hard at work
Ryan....always one to offer her sister friendly advice. Or.....always one to tell Reese exactly how she should be doing it and if it doesn't suit her liking, taking things into her own hands. Depends on the way you look at it. Thank god Reese can hold her own.
This is Reese in the midst of telling me "mama! we are painting rocks!"
So don't be surprised, when we run out of rocks, if we sacrifice the exterior brick of our house for the quiet that painting brings. You gotta do what you gotta do. Screw curb appeal and the value of your home.