Happy, Happy

Being that I'm spending three weeks in Florida and fairly "unplugged", I set a lot of goals for myself. Realistically I knew I couldn't train for a marathon, learn a second language and get a masters in Biblical studies while I'm here,  but I was hoping to get close. Last week I realized trying to get anything done with Scarlett around is nearly impossible. After getting frustrated with her and myself I revamped my goals. I now have one goal: enjoy our daughter.

Playing with Scarlett all week was a ton of fun! Everyday I took her somewhere new (which is much harder than you would think being that I'm in retirementville). There is nothing better than making her smile. All week she said "happy, happy" which actually sounds more like "hoppEE, hoppEE". :)

We went to story time at the largest Barnes & Noble I had ever seen. The theme was hugs. Scarlett listened quite attentively to the story Hugmachine, gave me tons of hugs while they sang "If You're Happy and You Know it Give a Hug" and when she recognized the book Hugmachine on the way out she grabbed it and gave it to me. My heart melted and I almost bought it for her. I mean look at her...

Last week we also went to...

the beach...

the pool...

and the Children's museum 

Ben turned 31 on Sunday. I bought a red cupcake for Scarlett to have in celebration since red cake is a Granzow family tradition.  We sang "Happy Birthday" to Ben and he and Scarlett blew out the candles. Vietnam is 12 hours ahead of us, which meant we had cupcakes for breakfast. Ben thought it was better for Scarlett to have that much sugar in the morning then for her to eat it before going to bed. I'm glad he approved of my parenting decision. Not everyone would approve of cupcakes for breakfast. Ben had spent the weekend in the southern part of Vietnam. While there he went on a 42 mile scenic bike ride that dropped 3,000 feet.

Singing happy birthday to Ben over Tango

Despite an otherwise happy week, Scarlett bit her tongue at the play ground. Actually she almost bit it off. She slipped going up a ladder, and although I caught her, she managed to bump her chin which sent her sharp little fangs through her tongue. There was blood everywhere. While other parents were freaking out my nursing career has trained me to remain calm. This was not a big deal. I've seen big deals. Despite this being my baby, it was still not a big deal. I remember learning in college that tongues heal remarkably fast, not from anatomy class but from a girl on my dorm floor who took her tongue ring out and it healed up in an hour. Scarlett also didn't think it was a big deal. Within 2 minutes she was on the playground again. Within 20 minutes she was loving Chik-fil-a. Since Scarlett was a little out of sorts I skipped movie night with my mom. She and a friend went to see Foxcatcher and really enjoyed it. She tried to make my dad and I go see it this weekend but it was already out of the theater.

Three days after. Healing really well!

My Florida sunshine