Let's see...she had fun at my dad's house Friday night into Saturday. She can now count to five thanks to counting balls and paintbrushes in his backyard (see photo), though she only does it when she feels like it, of course.
Saturday night we went to my friend Darcy's farm in Wisconsin. Romelie took a pretty big spill - went over backwards in a chair, very very scary - but she didn't really hit her head at all and was fine after just a minute or so of crying. She was even strapped in to a booster seat. This kid is so good at falling, I swear, the hair just keeps getting grayer and grayer. On the fun side, Darcy is not only an awesome person and friend, but she also has adorable lambs, a big giant llama named Tony, numerous cats, and two fun dogs that like to play soccer and are surprisingly good with toddlers. Romelie started out pretty cautious around all the animals (and around Darcy, too), but by the end she was trying to body-slam the lambs (we didn't let her, don't worry), throwing the soccer ball to Mindy the dog, and crawling all over Darcy.
And finally, on Monday night we went over to Kevin and Nicole's house for dinner. While we were there, Romelie started wondering where Chason was (he was outside). So she began calling for him. But she didn't call for Daddy like she normally does. It was so funny to me that I decided to try to get a repeat performance out of her the next day, and for once she actually obliged me. So here is Romelie with her new name for Dada. For the record, Chason doesn't think this is nearly as cute as I do. But I'll let you judge for yourself.