Update and Update

1- I had my last CPA exam today. I probably failed it. Don't ask me how I did. Don't say, "I'm sure you passed." I will update with scores when I get them. Until then, I will not think about the fact that I probably failed and will have to start studying again and then my daughter will hate me again and my husband will be a mopey PITA because he has to help do stuff.
2- Woo hoo! No studying for a bit!
3- A bunch of pictures:
Hazel in the doll crib. She is way too big for it, but thinks it is fabulous. This is not the first picture I have of her in the crib. She spends many mornings reading in the crib. Sometimes she also reads on the floor. In a swimsuit. Because, you never know when you are going to need to be ready to swim without notice.

Zoe and Grandma Marilyn came to stay for a few days. While Hazel has a stormy relationship with Zoe (and Grandma, and everyone, really), she really did have a great time and misses them already. I just wish she would be nice to people when they are around. Especially poor Zoe.
Gloria also came to visit and they rode on the horse together. And it was adorable.
Hazel has discovered the joy of leaping from her window seat. Luckily, she had that itty-bitty foam pad to land on. Seriously, it is not providing that much cushioning. Hazel does not care. She is brave. She is adventurous. She is crazy.

Cute new sundress. See the happiness and joy at wearing a cute, matching outfit? And see even more joy at mismatching clothes with someone else's shoes.


Also, she got a tattoo.

Animal Planet Expo

Just a quick post from our Sunday trip to Liberty Park for the Animal Planet Expo.

Hazel had a photo op with a tiger and some guy named Jeff. If the pic looks fake, its because it is. Apparently a photo of a tiger in a cage sends the wrong message, so they had a green screen inside the cage so they could slap up an image of a "more natural" setting. Plus for legal reasons (as stated on the waiver) the tiger was heavily sedated. I guess that isn't really fake, but it definately ruined the hope that the tiger would munch some kid. Not mine of course. I love mine. Some of the other kids in line though.

Shooting the Rapids / Rabbits

Ok, so for Father's Day we went river rafting. Green River, Gray Canyon.

Funny story pre-trip. We went to dinner at some place around 4th west and 13th south. On our way home we saw a rabbit on the side of the road. We stopped the car to show Hazel. Her response - "Let's shoot the rabbit." Strange but true.

Time to tie that story in now.

Since we were on a river rafting trip, we thought it would be cool for Hazel to say "Shoot the rapids". eg:
Mom - "Hazel, what do you want to do?"
Hazel- "Let's shoot the rapids!".

She picked up that saying rather fast. I'm not sure if she was saying rapids or rabbits, since there were rabbits where we camped. Either way, she looks cute eating watermelon.

Hey, Aunt Jenni, wake up. It's 8am.
After sitting for hours in a boat, several rafters struggled to get their land legs back and needed to be carried.

Mom and Hazel getting ready to shoot the rapids.

A shot of Hazel in her raft within a raft setup.

I took this from the road about 3/4 of the way done with the ride. Headcount was still good, Search and Rescue was not called.

The end.

Blog. Blog. Blog. Blog, blog.

I gave Hazel's the dogs' old swimming pool. Because there is nothing better than getting hand-me-downs from dogs. It is turning out to be a great choice. (a) it was free (which I, of course, love). (b) it has hard sides (which allow for a jump point). and (c) it doesn't add anything to my collection of stuff.

Of course, she would only jump away from me, so I couldn't get a good shot of her joy-filled face. But, trust me, there was joy.
Yeah, this doesn't show the joy either...

The other day, but not the same day as swimming, Geoff and Hazel went jeepin' with Geoff's friend Kyle. Our jeep, which is named "Pezhead" (per Hazel) and also "jeepie" is a city-jeep, and thus did not make it to the top of the mountain. Luckily, Kyle has a tougher jeep. And so they drove to this lake. And then Hazel took her shoes off to get in the lake.



I was not there, I don't know the whole/true story. I just have to make stuff up based on photos and my knowledge of my kid. I was working and/or studying. Or both. And thus never get to play. Ever. Never.
And Geoff held her shoes, so they wouldn't get dirty and she could walk in the water.
And the sun was there.*
* You know, if Geoff would just blog his own dang pictures it would be better.

Okay, so this was the outfit Hazel wore for a nap one day. THREE sweaters (because, apparently 93* is not hot enough, you also need sweaters) and a swimsuit cover-up. Which I don't think has, even once, covered up a swimsuit.

And then she wore this outfit. Notice: backwards, no shirt. "Farmer's don't wear shirts." Or maybe her head is on backwards, I don't know. Still, no shirt. But, long, luxurious hair. Like Zoe Jane.
Finally, today is Hazel's half-birthday. Here was an earlier conversation:

Hazel: It is my birthday.

Geoff: It is your half-birthday.

Hazel: Sing to me.

*Meadow and Geoff sing happy half-birthday*

Hazel: Thank you.

Then she asked for cake. And we compromised with cupcakes. Except that we really made lemon-poppyseed pound cake. And it was only half-good. Which, I guess, is okay for a half-birthday.

And Jenni called it a made up holiday, but brought Hazel a card anyway. Which Hazel through on the floor, because we hadn't had dinner yet and her blood sugar was low. And she is two (and a half). And there was drama.

The End. Back to studying.