return of the bimpire

of late...

Ally is caught up in the romance of it all. the romance of what, you ask? of it all. she walks around the house singing, babe-ah, babe-ah, babe-ah... and thereby proving that teeny-bopperism can be an inborn as well as a learned trait.

Liv is full of affection for...wait for it...ME! consequently i earn the privilege to be sole tooth brusher, bum wiper, milk pourer and general caretaker. Bim still gets to play castle with her, but i get all the smooches (often bestowed on my knees or shoulders as i help get her dressed), all the thanks and all the tearful farewells. She kisses my legs and says she loves her mom about one billion times a day. usually right before she asks for candy.

we had tomato soup for dinner last night. Liv declared that i "make the greatest food ever," and Ally said dreamily, "Mom, it's filling up my soul! ...kind of."

in other news, Ally had her first piano recital and we joined the Diaz Trio for our fourth annual pilgrimage to Riley Family Farms to pick pumpkins and press cider. I'll dedicate another post to that. Then we hosted a party for Ally's first grade class. it was a little too busy to take good pictures, but here are a few anyway.

note the cute little police officer next to her. she's in love
and would like him to be the honorary boy at her barbie birthday party. 

first piano recital. just thought i'd throw it in here.