Pokey Turtle

My daughter is slower than molasses, pokey like a turtle (seriously turtles move faster), or as Matt likes to say, deliberate(only because it's his personality trait that she takes after). It, no lie, takes her 20 minutes to get her seat belt on in the car. Waiting on her is excruciating because any attempt to help her move just a little bit faster backfires. It can take twice as long if you try to encourage her with a race or a bribe.

Today I asked her if she'd like a ponytail or braids and her reply was, "No, people will tell me I'm cute just like this." So what she lacks in efficiency, she makes up for in confidence.

Lola is giggling but only at Matt. Such a fun little gurgle...can't wait until she's doing it all the time.

We had brats for dinner. Matt told Grayson it was a fancy hotdog and Grayson replied, "It doesn't look very fancy to me." He lost his third tooth this week. It'll probably come in just as he looses his other top one, all about the time of the wedding (at least that's how the bottom teeth timeline worked). He didn't swallow this one though.

They played in the sprinklers this morning (it took Matalley 30 minutes to get her swimsuit on).