the past few weeks...

 My tiny best friend and I went to the movies yesterday. It was cold and rainy. And I had zilch planned for the day. So we headed out to see Mirror Mirror loaded with snacks. I told her it was a Snow White story. She liked it but kept waiting and waiting for the "I'm Wishing.." song to be sung. So she sang it for them.

Below: the first attempt at getting a picture at the end of the movie. She wouldn't stop looking at the screen.

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Charlotte got a play house for the heck of it and of course the afternoon we decided to put it together it poured. Ben only had that afternoon off before a crazy week so we covered up and went to work. Charlotte was a big help...

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 The art virtuoso.

The next Kandinsky.

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Over Memorial Day weekend we headed up to Wisconsin to camp. After Ben worked 107 hours that week it was a much needed time away.

Below is the ONLY picture of me with Charlotte. Thanks, Ben...

 I was worried about a 2 1/2 year old around a bonfire, but she had fun throwing marshmallows in from a safe distance.

 Is it cheesy that I had her wear girl scout shirts the whole weekend?
And here's Ben in his ever-present-whenever I hike/camp hat he bought in Bolivia a few years ago.

 One of those days it was in the 90's so we headed to a lake to go swimming. She LOVES the water. At one point Ben thought I had her hand and I thought he had her hand and she went under... for awhile... oops. We're great parents. I snagged her right up and she spit the water out and said "whoa.." then continued jumping around.

 She was pooped on the way home. Can't ya tell?!

 Ben gets a kick out of this. If you can tell there's a "baby on board" sign and then the bumper is dented and sagging. Anytime we come across this baby sign and a crunched car he thinks it's hilarious and takes a picture.

 We drove about 5 hours northwest of Chicago into the rolling hills, forests, and cornfields of Wisconsin. I love that state. She did great in the car, slept like a champ in her own mummy bag in the tent, and only got 3 mosquito bites (compared to Ben and my countless ones).

Side note: one afternoon we stumbled across a flea market in a forest. I kid you not. These people had tents and tables set up amongst the trees and bushes. It was amazing. Enamelware, old kitchenware, old windows, old pallets, farm equipment, old milk jars.... it was a vintage/country/primitive gold mine. And ridiculously cheap: enamelware teakettle $4, old blue mason jars $1, old farmhouse windows $5. 

I could have gone crazy.

But I didn't.

I bought 2 old windows for $5 each.

That is some serious restraint.