Imogen's latest hair adventure

This is not the first time Imogen has gotten an unplanned haircut because of some disaster. This was the first time it involved this goopy slime stuff that I couldn't get out of her hair, which necessitated in my cutting a large chunk off on one side. She looks cuter with short hair anyway.

Fun at the Zoo

We went to the zoo a couple weeks ago. I, being in the midst of raging allergy season, was perfectly miserable the whole time. I did manage to stop sneezing long enough to shoot a couple pictures.

Fair, to the last crumb

The fair thing has gotten totally out of hand. Today alone, this is what I've heard:

"Can you get me a cup for my cherries, because Imogen had a cup and that wouldn't be fair."

About the parmesan cheese, Imogen said, "Only take a sprinkle because I only got a sprinkle!"

They asked for a drink of my dr. pepper. Previously we established that a sip is smaller than a drink and a drink is smaller than a gulp. So Imogen had a "drink" and handed my almost empty cup to Genevieve and watched her carefully. "Hey! That was a gulp!"

This is ridiculous.

Nightmares

Imogen very rarely wakes us up in the middle of the night, but when she has a nightmare, she wants to be tucked back into bed. I always ask what the nightmare was and she has these really great narrative dreams. Genevieve tries to explain her scary dreams and they are usually only that she saw something scary. Nothing really happens in the dream.

Imogen's first nightmare that I can remember is that a volcano erupted in our back yard.

Another time, she dreamed she put her hand in a cookie jar and pulled out a snake, which then proceeded to chase her around.

Last night she had another dream and I asked her what happened in the dream. "I was playing with Monster and his eyes fell out, and I was scared that I would get in trouble so I hid them under the couch, but you were cleaning up and you found them." Ha! Best nightmare ever!

Cookout

A couple months ago the girls were playing outside and they piled up a bunch of sticks on the back porch and pretended to be camping. I felt sorry for them but not sorry enough to try to sleep on the ground for a night or two so we decided to have a cookout, and then go home to our nice squishy beds. We held it last night at Mary's farm and brought hot dogs and made smores. The girls thought it was the best thing that had ever happened to them.





We got there before sunset and ate hot dogs.




Dave built a fire... you know, just like cave men and pioneers used to do it...





Playing with sparklers.




My camera doesn't like taking pictures with the flash off.



By the time we were on the freeway on our way home, I looked behind me and saw this.