Just call her Mary Lou

Retton, that is. (am I totally dating myself that Mary Lou Retton is my go to gymnast reference?) Molly is a total monkey-child. Here she is doing her routine on the swinging bars we hung from her bedroom ceiling. I would also recommend checking out her floor routine - very flashdance-esque.

Jumping on the bed with Daddy

Painting pumpkins with Addie Ray

Flower Girl, Take II

Two weeks ago it was off to Montana for Molly's cousin Katie's wedding. Molly was thrilled to be a flower girl in the wedding. This photo captures a highlight, the cake.

This was Molly's second trip down the aisle as a flower girl. The first one she made in the arms of the father of the bride. This one she made on her own two legs, holding hands with her cousins Robert and Fiona.

There were no crazy flower girl antics (no one saw her underwear during the ceremony), she was patient and easy going through a day of waiting and photos and very little napping, and she was the life of the party at the reception. George and I were so proud.

First day of school

Molly started Montessori school last week. Here she is on her first day of school with her backpack on. The first two days were sad goodbyes, but she has already started asking me to drop her off down the block; guess her mom dropping her off in the Subaru wagon is not helping her maintain her indie cred with her new friends.