Saturday at Grandma

We spent today at my moms house while my dad, Todd and my brother went shooting. I spent the day writing thank yous. I have a confession. I don't like to write thank yous. I am always so grateful for all of the gifts we are given but I always seem to have trouble getting the thanks yous out. So I got them done! YEAH! here is how Izzy spent the day:

This is a chair that I got from my grandparents when I was little. Isabelle loves it because she can crawl up in it by herself.
After some time playing alone it's time to find the "buppie" -puppies.

"Hell0 Belle, I've missed you"- yes my parents dogs name is Belle. I named the puppy before we find out we were pregnant, like 2 weeks before.

"I love you buppie" She loves the dogs too much if you ask me.

So she flys like Peter Pan why shouldn't she have a Nana like in the story. This is Jake my parents Dog. The Best part is Jake is in Love with Isabelle. At this point I had just asked Jake "Where is Isabelle" and he headed for the bathroom where She was taking a bath.

With thanks yous done it was all in all a very productive day.

Peter Pan

My darling child thinks that she is Peter Pan and with dust from the shelving, a cute smile and a big enough will she can fly. She attempted this yesterday at day care off of a chair. Nothing major just a little rug burn and bruise ego. However not bruised enough to stop climbing the stairs at home.
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OK so I started this last Thursday and meant to put of photos of Isabelle's rug burn but haven't gotten to it. Ironically, however, miss Isabelle slid down our stairs this weekend. She cried for about 4 minutes, I cried for about an hour and profusely apologized to Isabelle and my husband, because she was in my care at the time. Isabelle is completely fine in fact 7 minutes after it all happened she tried to take a few steps from my mother-in-law to me and 15 minutes later she was trying to crawl up the steps again!

Where was I when this happened you ask. I had merely bent over a clean clothes basket and stood up and she was gone. Why don't we have a gate you ask. Because our bedroom door was shut. I don't know how it all happened so fast. I always thought something like this would never happen to me. THANK GOD she is fine. Even now 2 days later I still feed the ball in the pit of my stomach. Where was I? Why wasn't I there to prevent it?

Isabelle has forgiven me, My husband his forgiven me and now it's time for me to stop blaming myself.