Mabel Molanphy

Just try­ing to catch up on videos we haven’t post­ed yet. This one is of Mabel explain­ing a draw­ing she made (and dec­o­rat­ed) while Rebec­ca was in SLC.

We had a pret­ty good week­end with Mabel. We spent all day Sat­ur­day run­ning around the city look­ing for an apart­ment, and while that was­n’t par­tic­u­lar­ly fun, tak­ing Mabel to a café was. She snarfed a yogurt par­fait that was lit­er­al­ly big­ger than her head – and loved every minute of it. It was fun to fol­low her around and watch her inter­act with peo­ple. Mabel tru­ly knows no strangers – every­one is her friend.

Yes, I am shov­ing this in my face. Jeal­ous much?

Today (Sun­day) was equal­ly fun. We went for a short walk this after­noon (it was too cold for a long one) and after play­ing hide/seek and chas­ing each oth­er up and down the hill next to our home, it was time to water her plants. She care­ful­ly and lov­ing­ly gave each of them some water while mama sat behind her laugh­ing at Mabel’s unfor­tu­nate crack – which mama claims she inher­it­ed straight from her daddy.

And here’s some water for you, and you, and you…

Mama laugh­ing at Mabel’s lack of bum to hold her pants up.

Also, it’s impor­tant to note the plate of rocks, twigs, leaves and food next to the plants. That is Mabel’s “habi­tat” which she cre­at­ed for all her insect friends. (Told ya, she knows no strangers.)

Just out and about with mama and mak­ing sure the waves keep their distance. 

Mabel At Crissy Field from David & Rebec­ca on Vimeo.

I knew this day would come. The writ­ing was on the walls and all the signs told us the day was soon approach­ing when full-blown “princess” mode would kick in. The day is today.

Mama found a lit­tle dance stu­dio so Mabel is learn­ing how to tap dance and how to twirl like a bal­le­ri­na. She loooooves it. Not only that, but she packs a dif­fer­ent “out­fit” for tap dance and one for bal­let. I say “out­fit” because it’s usu­al­ly a head­band or a bracelet that she changes when she changes from her tap shoes to her bal­let shoes and vice ver­sa. She tru­ly has the grace of a Molanphy!