let us eat.. salad.

Pictures of our dear little miss schmutz trying to smile for the camera without cracking up.

So here is our Memorial Day 2010 adventure. It was very exciting. Our day started out with a bang ... Jake - studing (check) ... Sara - cleaning and laundry (oops.. never got finished) ... Ashlyn - bugging mom while chores (double check).

We have come to the understanding that our holidays will not live up to other's expectations for the next (lifetime) couple years. We do have a lot of fun, but we just usually squeeze it into random times.

But the highlight of this holiday had to have been dinner prep. We didn't have anything fancy, just fun...

While our dinner was cooking, I decided to make the salads. So out came our three plates, as well as all of the salad stuff - lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, cucumber, etc...

...that is when the fun began. My dear daughter decided to help. She grabbed (pushed) her step stool over to the counter and climbed up to make "daddy's" salad.

She was, surprisingly, a great help! She broke the lettuce, carefully picked out the best (or make that... ALL) of the tomatoes, put on a good amount of cucumbers, & carrots. What a dear.

The best part was standing there together, talking, laughing at nothing, and just spending some time together that wasn't on the floor next to toys.

The picture above shows how crazy her hair was that day (it is never not crazy.. gotta love the curls!) but I kept on teasing her about the nursery rhyme..

There was a little girl,
who had a little curl,
right in the middle of her forehead.

When she was good,
she was very very good,
But when she was bad,
she was horrid.

Oh my! Before my little miss schmutz came along, I never would've guess that nursery rhymes had any truth to them. I am finding out that they are very accurate sometimes. I love my daughter, but we are starting to see those "bad" phases more and more.. and it is horrid!

Once we were done with the salads, and teasing, Ashlyn had a little dance she started doing. Not sure what music she was dancing to (it must've been in her head) but she was moving.