Nuriel and I took a trip to Indianapolis to visit my wonderful friend Mindi. I also taught a Waldorf summer camp there. Nuriel and I had a great time!
A cookie at the farmer's market.
An amazing "monster"party...
... with her hair sister (the birthday child) and...
... a monster cake...
... and monster muffins.
Looking just like Brent, only his belly was slightly bigger than that & he had a hairy chest. ;-) The swimtrunks are my statement against sexy swimwear for toddlers. (She does not need a thong!)
Waldorf camp beauty and...
... felting soaps.
Then another birthday party! This one had a "The Keeping Quilt" theme. The guests were asked to bring a scrap of quilting fabric instead of a gift. I'm considering doing something similar for Nuriel's 2nd birthday. We'll see.
Nuriel is wearing a skirt I made! My friend Mindi, who has sewn many fabulous things for Nunu, showed me how to sew a skirt. I named it Kibiflopple skirt because I used four different fabrics: Kiwifruit - Birds - Flowers - Apples. I'm very proud of it. It was cut out & sewn after some major wine consumption!
A yummy peach fresh off the tree.
Semi-naked chef!
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Nuriel does not like air travel! Also, something happened on the way home... During our visit Nuriel's heard her friend call her Dad "Daddy." On our flight this afternoon, Nuriel decided that the tall, muscular African-American man with the long braids in the seat next to us was her Daddy. She said, "Hi Daddy!" over and over again. I apologized, but it's hard to get a 22-months old child to stop talking! When the guy fell asleep (or pretended to do so... Ha!), Nuriel said to all the surrounding passengers: "Shhh. Daddy is sleeping." I was so embarrassed, especially since the guy didn't seem to have a sense of humor about it and the more I tried to divert her attention , the more persistent she became...
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That's all. It was a really nice trip.
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Nuriel does not like air travel! Also, something happened on the way home... During our visit Nuriel's heard her friend call her Dad "Daddy." On our flight this afternoon, Nuriel decided that the tall, muscular African-American man with the long braids in the seat next to us was her Daddy. She said, "Hi Daddy!" over and over again. I apologized, but it's hard to get a 22-months old child to stop talking! When the guy fell asleep (or pretended to do so... Ha!), Nuriel said to all the surrounding passengers: "Shhh. Daddy is sleeping." I was so embarrassed, especially since the guy didn't seem to have a sense of humor about it and the more I tried to divert her attention , the more persistent she became...
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That's all. It was a really nice trip.
6 comments:
Great pictures . . makes me more homesick for Indiana . . . Poor "Daddy on th eplane." LOLOL
What a pain in the butt he was! We were all little once :/
She looks so bonny, and happy, and healthy....and ever so sweet! "Daddy" sounds like a boring grump!!
My son in law is a marine and every time my grandson(20 months old) sees a man in uniform he calls him Daddy. So don't worry it is a very natural thing for a child to do.
I notice you didn't say anything about your fabulous assistant! We love and miss you c:
My assistant was super-fabulous and then some! :-) I love you, too & miss you.
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