Clowny Cone Trip

A few months ago Chris and Sarah were at a Baskin Robbins and Chris tortured me by sending me a picture of a clown cone. I love them anyway, but being pregnant I REALLY wanted one. Pretty soon after that we went to Vegas and I was so excited to get one. When we finally found a Baskin Robbins we pulled into the parking lot at 10:01, only to find they'd closed at 10. I nearly cried. Yesterday we made a spontaneous trip back to Vegas for one, along with a few other things. First I made Jess take my 24 week picture. I think we must have our dates messed up and I'm actually like 36 weeks. OR we have a 13 pound baby on the way.
Then we got in the car and had a nice drive, with Paige entertaining us while Cason slept.
Paige covered herself in a giant quilt because she said it was SO cold in the car.
Then we had an AWESOME meal at Macaroni Grill, complete with some opera singer woman serenading Paige and Cason.

Then I got some fabric at Joanns. I'm almost done with my girl quilt, so I figured I'd better start getting fabric ready to start the boy one soon. I have about 122 of the 154 squares quilted now. Not quilted well, but quilted. Ha.
Every single time I go to a Joanns I have to wait like 30 minutes to have my fabric cut. It's like they're TRYING to move as slowly as possible. Yesterday we even missed when they called our number, so I got skipped, and the next lady had about 47 fabrics to be cut. The other lady in front of us was buying 98 yards of shiny gold fabric. Anyway, we eventually got ours cut, and I got some good fabric.

Then of course we stopped in at Anthropologie. I got a couple new bowls in colors I didn't already have, and 2 cute plates from the sale section. I liked them because they have fish in love on them, but Paige told me it's a mama and baby, actually.
They did NOT have the awesome Moby whale cookie jar that I'd seen go on sale and then it almost instantly disappeared from the website. :( Oh well. Jess says cookies don't last long enough in our house to even make it to a cookie jar anyway. It's disgusting, but true. They're all eaten before they can even cool. Ha.

The first Baskin Robbins we found didn't have clown cones. It was devastating, but we called Veronica and she told us where to find another one. And guess what Chris? I hope the guilt has eaten away at you these past few months that I've been craving a clowny cone, but you can rest easy now.
Maybe I have just as much frosting on my face as Cason does.
This completed our trip, so we headed home. Paige talked the ENTIRE drive home, it was funny. She kept telling Jess it was okay to keep our interior lights on, or drive fast, because there were no police around to see. We told her we have to follow the rules even when we won't get caught, because it's the right thing to do. She ignored us and started asking where the police were. Then she goes "Where ARE the police?!" and then lowered her voice to sound all spooky and said "They could be ANYwhere." Hahaha.

We didn't have the internet for almost a full day on Wednesday night and Thursday, so I couldn't blog. But here's what they've been up to.

Riding the rocking horse the old fashioned way is no longer thrilling enough for Cason, so he puts it on top of the toy bins to ride it.
Here's a picture of one example of Paige writing her name. I love her "E".
She's also been practicing other letters, like T,Q,Z,Y, and F:
M and N:
And the number 8.
I also realized she's suddenly improved a LOT at coloring inside the lines. Some of this stuff is like overnight, they just suddenly can do something they couldn't the day before. So crazy.
I was just telling Megan and Veronica something I realized I'd never written down. We've been getting books at the library most weeks. Paige picked a counting book a couple weeks ago, which we thought was good because so far she has loved letters, but didn't seem to care about numbers or counting. So we've been reading it at bedtime.

The first page has a little poem about the number 1, and there's a picture of one baby, one rubber ducky, one flower, and one marble. Then page 2 is of course about the number 2, so there are now 2 babies, 2 rubber duckies, and so on. It goes up to 10. All the babies are different, and in different positions, crawling, sitting, walking, whatever.

So after I read the poem, she'd count the babies, the ducks, flowers, and marbles. She was counting the babies, but she was saying 1, 4, 5, 2, 3...so we'd correct her and say "good try, but it goes "1,2,3,4,5". She was getting SO mad at us. She was slamming the book closed and shaking her head and kind of pounding her fists on the book. We couldn't figure out why she was so frustrated, or why she kept counting the babies like that. Because she counted the ducks, flowers, and marbles the right way.

Well finally one of these times we were making her mad, she said "NO! That baby is NUMBER 5!" We finally realized the babies were moving around into a different order on each page, but she wanted each baby to keep the original number they'd had. So if the baby from page 2 had been moved to be 5th in line, she still wanted to number him "2" NOT "5", and she was really upset when we tried to tell her differently. I started paying attention, and sure enough they all kept their original number. It's funny too because she's all fast, she just looks at them and goes "2,5,4,7,9,8,3,1" automatically. So apparently she's smarter than we are. Ha.