Annie Oakley

Today Annie had her first horse ride, her first moon-walk, and her first cotton-candy.
She loved the horse (more on that in a minute), she bounced perfectly around in the moon-walk, but she hated her cotton candy.

I even tried to poke some in her mouth when it was wide open as she tried to say something. She just spat it out.

We tried to tell her that it was just sugar. But it was to no avail.

She eventually thought she might like it, and wanted to take some with us when we left. She never ate it, and when she decided she'd like to try it, it was just a hard lump on the stick - it had melted into a hard ball.

The horse she rode on was named Annie. There they were, Annie on Annie. The horse's full name is actually Annie Okeley (read about the real one here)

Anne looked very sober, way up there on a great big horse. Several times she started to slide off, but the horse lady took good care of her. I could hear her asking the horse lady what her name was, but Anne couldn't remember what it was on our way home tonight.

All in all it was a full, fun day, and a great day for riding a horse for the very first time.

RallyPoly

I just took Anne outside because she wanted to find a "Rally Poly" (RolyPoly) to put in her sandwich baggie.

Anne:
Rally Poly, Rally Poly where are you?
Rally Poly, come 'ere I have a baggie for you!

(Crouching down to look under the "ban" (van) )
Rally Poly, (muttering under her breath)
Maybe there's one under here... Nope.

It's a SECRET Rally Poly, I have to look over here...


Hey Dad! Close your eyes so you can't see my SECRET Rally Poly.

She looks for a while, goes around the ban, then as she's coming around the corner towards me,
"Dad, keep your eyes closed, I'm looking for Rally Polies."

She never did find her Rally Poly, secret or otherwise.

We're going to look tonight after I get home from work.

Three years old

Well, Anne is three now and she had three birthday parties to celebrate. We didn't do it intentionally but that's just what ended up happening. One with Nana and fam, one with all her friends (at the zoo), and one with Grandma and fam. She had a birthweek, not a birthday. All last week I could tell when she was about to ask for something that she knew might be a stretch because she would begin with, "Is today my birthday party day?" Hmm, guess she picked up on our leniency.
I assembled a bed frame and brought her bed up off the floor. She was concerned that it was going to be too big so I told her that three year olds get big girl beds. She is very excited about it. Now whenever we are meeting somebody new, the questions are: "What's your name?" "Do you have a girl?" "Does she sleep in a big girl bed?" "Do YOU sleep in a big girl bed?" Interesting questions to ask a complete stranger in Walmart. There have been worse ones though, trust me!

Salad Days

Anne just asked Lydia for "futons" on her salad.

Blame it on the bug!

Tim went to get his iced latte out of the fridge tonight. When he pulled it out, he noticed the lid was cracked. He asked me, "Did this get dropped today?" I said, "No". He then asked Anne if she "did this". She said, shrugging her shoulders, "No. I didn't do it. I don't know, maybe the bug did it. " She voluntarily denied it a few more times while we were laughing to ourselves. Then, after a few seconds pause, she said, "Maybe I sorta did it. Maybe I helped the bug a little."