What'd you do?

Sarah likes to "help" me unload the silverware from the dishwasher. She dropped a knife and she kept saying this, over and over. It took me a few times to get that she was saying, "What'd you do?"

She gets it from me, of course. Anytime she messes up the computer or TV, I say, "Oh no, Sarah. What'd you do?" But not in a mad way. I thought for sure she catch onto saying "Oh no." She pretty much says this all the time now. Drops her milk. "What'd you do?" Runs her horse into the wall. "What'd you do?" Guy knocking down pins in the bowling alley. "What'd you do?"

Wednesday we fed ducks with Kenzie and her daughter Malea. When we weren't holding back our girls from walking straight into the pond, it was pretty fun.

Sarah loves ducks.

Here's Sarah eating the bread and chasing her beloved ducks.

Sarah ran from me but I cut her off and took this picture. You can tell by her face she likes being chased.

And this is just in case you didn't already think she has the most angelic face ever.

Saturday we bowled with Justin's brother Nate and his girlfriend Sam. I like going bowling at BYU since it's pretty family friendly but I don't like that all the 8-pound balls are already taken by the six-year-olds. Good thing we had this ramp or I wouldn't have lasted. I bowled a 64 which coincidentally was also my last mini-golf score.

And by the way, if you take your 17-month-old who wants to run down every lane and knock down the pins, it's definitely exercise.

Sarah was pretty confused by how heavy the bowling ball was.

Here's my DI find of the month. $1. Here's the before shot. They were so gross I almost didn't buy them but I really didn't want to buy new sandals for $10 that by the end of her first day outside were going to look like this anyway. The bottoms looked like the previous owner trampled through a bunch of wet cereal, gum and then grass and mud.

After a good scrubbing. So go ahead, Sarah. Do your worst. I won't even get mad.