Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Birthday Girl

Miss Daisy turned 2 years old last week.  The night before her birthday we converted her crib to the toddler bed so she got to wake up being two years old in a big girl bed.  So far there is only a 14% chance she will fall out of the bed.  There is also a 14% chance she will wander out of bed in the middle of the night and find herself lost in a corner.  As for napping there is an absence of that 29% of the time.  She's growing up.
She is reading a book called "Machines At Work".  It is her manliest of books.

For her birthday I let Daisy dress herself.  Unfortunately her first attempt was with the wrong size clothes.  I though she still looked pretty good.

Her second attempt was much better and then we spent the day at the toy store.

Happy Birthday, Daisy!

Time for ice cream cake!  Her cake had tiny ice cream cones on top - it was so cute.  Just like her!

The day after...

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Painting the Town

We found some ceramic houses in a yard sale free box and spent an afternoon painting them.  Daisy also painted a window and a wall of the house we live in.  One of the hardest things about renting for me is getting a toddler to stop being adorable...I mean making a mess.

Thankfully it seems all I have to do is look at Daisy and she gets back on task.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Wetland Boardwalks

One of my favorite places in Reno is the Swan Lake Nature Area.  It kind of felt like the coast.  Probably because dust would frequently blow into your eyes? 
Anyway, it is still one of my favorite places there.  Even if it was made up up sewage water.  Was it?  It was quiet and pretty and different.  I miss it. 

We found a new board walk in the Corvallis Jackson-Frazier wetlands. Obviously not the same but similar.  It's quiet and pretty and different. 
Guy even exclaimed "This is so much cooler than Reno!" and Daisy managed a sliver in her palm and yelled something I can only assume stood for "This would have never happened in Reno!"

I lived in Reno 9 years and it was too cold and too beige but the sense of loss comes in many forms.  I feel like I gained more than I lost by leaving, but I notice them both.