Get the hose

As the hottest month ever for D.C. comes to a close, we finally broke out the water balloons. 

Aging gracefully

All portraits by Lily:

 Blue, age 12. 

 Dana, age 13. 

Andy, age two years older than Heather. 

Fashion week

With Lily's interest in the creative arts, we've often joked that she's going to grow up to be a fashion designer. Well, here's her early start. What it lacks in durability, it makes up for in pizzazz and affordability.

 The designer with her model, who needs to work on a more runway-appropriate slightly bored pout.

Matching footwear, of course! 

Animotion

 This kind of freaks me out. Like the giraffe is looking right at me.

 Me! Take a picture of me!

The girls came downstairs yesterday all gussied up in dresses, heels, and headbands like they were auditioning for one of the Mad Men wannabe shows. What cracks me up about this photo--and the previous one--is how Lily is still and Amalia is in constant motion.

As big as my head

Lily took this picture of one of the humongous sunflowers in our front yard. 

 Saving Amalia from Seymour. 

 "I hope Daddy didn't trade our dogs for these magic beans." 

"You should've seen the other sunflower. It was this big!"

Promises, promises

Amalia, the other night at the dinner table: "When I am three, I will cooperate."

Parallel paths

You know how parallel lines can be really close to each other but will never, ever meet? The following events took place at the exact same time in our house: 

Lily was dancing with the Wii when a Justin Bieber song came on. She immediately said, "I'll be right back," and ran out of the room. Only to return wearing jeans and a black hoodie.

Amalia was helping Andy cook dinner in the kitchen when she said, "I want to wash dishes." So Andy set her up with a sink full of suds and she's happy as a clam.