Violet at the Farm, Part III

Violet's favorite game at home is called "Mama's bed," where we jump under the covers and cuddle. Here she attempts to re-create it at Granny and Grandpa's house.

Violet, practicing for Halloween. What can I say? Us Lemley's are planners!

Violet practicing her candle-blowing skills. Only 4 more weeks until she turns 2.

Here is just a cute picture of a small child in a flower pot. They are just so tiny, sometimes you have to put them somewhere that us big people don't fit.

Violet at the Farm, Part II

Look, Mama! I'm driving!
A cutie in an Elmo halter.
Granny with her favorite flower.
Violet getting some work done.

Violet at the Farm

Justin and I are in Boston, visiting our friends Juliet and Sanjoy, while Violet spending some quality time with her Granny and Grandpa in Iowa. To ease the pain (and guilt) of being away from Violet, Mom has been kind enough to email us pictures in Boston, a sampling of which are below. More to follow, when we are back from the trip!Above, we have Violet testing her skills driving a big-rig.
Here we have Violet in the garden, testing the tomatoes.

Our dog Paige is a source of entertainment for Violet as she sits in her high chair, the same one used by my grandfather.

According to Mom, one of Violet's favorite things is to help her cook. Above, we have a picture of Violet making her first cake.

Above, Violet is all dressed up and ready to go to church. According to Mom, she was a hit, with her cute dress and good behavior.

Toddler Intellect

So, although I have told nearly everyone this story, I need to have it here, as well.

Violet's little brain is working, and working quite well, apparently.

She has this bucket of plastic eggs that she loves dumping all over the floor. Unfortunately, she does not equally enjoy picking them up.

On the morning in question, after dumping the eggs on the floor of her room and playing with them a little, she turned to me and said "eat now." Which means "time for breakfast." I told her that we could go to eat as soon as she picked up all her eggs and put them in her bucket. She clearly did not want to do this, putting one egg in and then walking around for awhile until she put in another one, looking up at me periodically, wondering whether I had forgotten my request.

She has enough will to resist a command from her own father, but not enough to know that if she really wanted to leave, all she would need to do is turn around and walk out the door. I wanted her to pick up the eggs and she didn't want to. If she didn't pick up the eggs, she couldn't leave her room and have breakfast. How was she going to get out of this?

Knowing how much I care for her, she said "Papa, I have owie."

"Oh, really, Violet? Where?"

"In other room."

No, I didn't fall for it, but I did give her a big hug for her ingenuity. And I picked up half the eggs for her.