Naps are so important. Maria has taken to telling us when she’s tired and needs to go to bed (at naptime and bedtime), and sometimes that she’s not tired and doesn’t. Ha. She proves me right by falling asleep especially quickly those times. I really appreciate that she’s never been a bedtime fighter, except perhaps when we were transitioning her to her own bed last year, but that was different. She loves the secure pattern for bedtime we’ve had for as long as she can remember – rosary and snuggles, then sleep – and gets antsy if we have company over too late and bedtime doesn’t come promptly enough.
John wants to help whenever I’m at the stove (he can turn a knob once it’s on, yikes, as well as accidentally open the oven door, which always offends him when it lands him so emphatically on the floor), and Maria wants to help whenever I’m redirecting John. Or rather, she wants to take over and mommy him herself. Never mind that he’s almost as big as her!
I just can’t stop with the Daddy/Son pictures, y’all. They’re just so stinking cute. It may also have something to do with the fact that if Daddy has Johnny, Johnny can’t reach my most scrumptious and delectable phone.
Stephen’s parents visited for Maria’s birthday week, and we went to Minnetonka Orchard. Maria was all about the playground, but we also went on a hayride (which John loved because it was super bouncy) and explored the corn maze and checked out the petting zoo (or the petting zoo checked out us – I drew the line at the ram tasting my baby carrier) and of course, got a picture on the tractor.
Maria fell in love with a trike when we were visiting Forrest and Rebekah’s family, and has insisted since that she wanted a bicycle birthday cake. I was pretty excited to make it, as I don’t often have a reason for such a project. I made small rounds for the wheels and cut out the seat, handlebars, pedals, and basket from a rectangle. The flowers were an afterthought, made with scraps of cake. I used pretzel rods to connect it all (and Stephen pointed out after the fact that it would’ve been easier to coat them with almond bark then to frost them, oh well). She was quite satisfied with the end result, and especially with the flowers. She loves to be given flowers.