The Coop.

Our little naked chicken:

Unicorns and Rainbows!

So many pictures!

Between Disneyland and Isla's birthday - I don't even know where to start!

How about the perfect birthday afternoon...bathing suits and cupcakes:

Happy Birthdy to Isla, Happy Birthday to Isla!

Three. Years. Old.

Wow.

Our sweet little Isla is pretty much the same as the day she was born:

With a few minor changes:

The Magic Kingdom.

Off to Disney World for a few days - updates (and pics!) when we return next week.

Chef Tony

There is this 7 ft. tall statue of a vaguely Italian-looking chef at the grocery store and Isla is obsessed with him.

Every time we go, she gives it a hug. All-in-all, it's pretty odd.

So last week, she wanted me to take her picture with him - and after every picture she would take a look and then go back to take another one.

I think this was her favorite:

Packed and Ready.

Anyone that has been around elle for more than 4 seconds for the past week will know that we are heading to Disney World this week.

Always planning ahead, she has her princess suitcase (and outfit!) all ready to go:

Tiger-Tiger.

Isla was quiet for about 20 minutes yesterday morning, which - of course - meant that she was doing something that she *probably* was not supposed to be doing.

She then came into the room with her arms completely covered in pen marks and started growling and said she was a tiger:

Rewind :: March 2007.

Jumpin' Jack.

Hugger.

Tortillas!

Conversations with the Peacock.

Jeepster.

Capitol 10,000.

With the power of some sparkly pink donuts - Isla and elle were out cheering on the 23,000 runners at the Cap 10k yesterday morning:

Flashback : March 27, 2007.

This picture was taken exactly four years ago - but I could swear that I saw this *exact* same face about 30 minutes ago:

No Pictures!

Gooooaaallll.

Tree Sweater.

Happy Mistake.

Was trying to load a different picture and went to 'preview' the post before I published it online, and there are not many pictures that make me smile as much as this one:

Gladiola.

Steps.

Isla. Bagels. Booty. March 2009.

Bunny Shoes!

Glove Monster.

My Little Freak Show.

Merry-Go-Rodeo.

Isla's Day at the Rodeo.

Start the day off with some goat hugging:

Practice up on deer herding:

And then wrap it up with a test drive:

Rodeo Time!

For some strange reason, the girls have been waiting ALL YEAR for the rodeo to come back to town - so we ventured off on Sunday and my two little pigs had more fun than you could ever imagine:

Elle and Rabbit : March 2007.

PB Monster.

Elle in the Sunroof.

Isla in the Sunroof.

Isla & Mini.

IKEA!

To most of the world, a trip to Ikea means that you will have a flat-packed, allen-wrench filled afternoon of following bizarre instructions in a random language.

To elle and Isla - it means only one thing:

Isla's Eyes.

Elle the Ballerina : March 2007.

Pajama-Jamma.

Another fantastic PJ-Day at school for elle:

Unclear on the Concept.

Little Drummer Girls.

Monkey Bar Champion!

After months and months (and years!) of practice, frustration, and a helping hand from tall people - elle made it alllllll the way across the monkey bars today!

Work, Work, Work.

Isla's work is never done is never done...

Sweep, sweep, sweep:

Vacuum, vacuum, vacuum: