Open House

We had a blast at BYOP this past weekend, but before I post those pictures, I need to catch up a bit. We attended the open house at Ella's school last week and Mister had a lot to say about it. You should hear him talk, it is the cutest.thing.ever. He's using sentences and can repeat any word that you say. Most recently, when you call his name, he will respond with, "what."


It was pretty chilly that evening, and even though I encouraged someone to wear a jacket, she choose not to. And then she complained about being cold. Imagine that.

Mister was in awe when he came across the playground. He shouted, "I wanna play!!"



Someone is very proud of her locker.


And her brother was impressed as well, he went inside to check things out.

To find Ella's desk, we had to look at the clues posted. What gave it away was, "If I had a million dollars I would... buy lots of candy." We're so proud.


Grandma and Grandpa came along to check things out, the newly renovated school is really nice. You should see the indoor playground!

Our girl loves, LOVES to read, which really does make us proud.


Ella has the same teacher that she had in kindergarten, thank goodness she likes her!

Mister was really wound up, so Grandma gave him a lollipop. She carries them in her purse at all times and he has, of course, figured this out so he is always asking for a "pop pop." He picks up her purse sometimes, grunts and says, "oh, it's heavy."

Ella's BFF Rachel is not in her class this year, but thankfully she made a new friend. This is her daytime/classroom BFF and Rachel is her after school/evening BFF.

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Picnic

A few days after Ella's birthday, we took the kids on an impromptu picnic at Brady's Run park (impromptu = pick up KFC and find a picnic table). It was a few days after Mister's first hair cut, I can't believe how big he looks in these pictures.

Craig and I have adopted, or shall I say, shifted, our thinking since he received his severance package.


We realize that nothing is more important than praising God and spending time nurturing your family.


So we have become more relaxed and flexible when it comes to our schedule (something that is difficult for two rigid, engineering types).

It's a beautiful evening? Let's take the kids to the playground!

We all know these kiddos grow up way too fast, so we are trying to worry less about all of the work that needs to be done, and have fun playing.

The kids have responded well.

Amen.

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Playground

Mister loves climbing in/around/through anything. He climbed through this tunnel, stuck out his little face and said, "peek-a-boo!"

It was the cutest thing EVER. I could have died. Melted right on the spot.

But you have to hear him say it... he uses a very deep voice and says it really fast and it sounds like pick-a-boo. I'm hoping is father will capture it on video one of these days.


I love, LOVE this shot of him and the sun, it was a beautiful evening. I will post more from this adventure as soon as possible.

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First Day of Second Grade!

Look at our big girl!

She was soooo anxious for everyone to get to the bus stop (which is directly in front of our house).

Her back pack, completely empty.


Someone named mister had to get in on the action. He kept asking where the bus was at. And, as predicted, when it came he cried and cried. He's been on a field trip on the church bus before and I think he wanted to get on. Or maybe he was just sad because sissy was leaving. Or maybe he is reminiscing about how they are growing up so fast. He's a deep thinker, that boy boy.




I love this picture of my girl and I. Both with our fresh hair cuts (I got mine highlighted in an effort to look more like her).

Her BFF Rachel.

Hooray for school!!!


ps. She gets her blonde hair from me. My hair was even more blonde than hers when I was little. So I just get it highlighted to maintain some sense of normalcy.

pps. My hair got significantly darker after each pregnancy. Why? Is there a scientist out there that can explain this to me? It's bad enough that they made me soft around the middle, but why attack my hair follicles? Seems cruel.

ppps. I also acquired more freckles/moles after each pregnancy. Why? Is there a dermatologist out there that can explain this to me? It's bad enough that nursing resulted in tissue loss, but why attack my epidermis? Seems cruel.

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Ella's Birthday

Several pictures from Ella's birthday party.






A little pre-party snack. He loves those Craisins (notice the bed-head from nap time).


Mom makes the most delicious stuffed pepper appetizers (with fresh jalapeno's from her garden) and I convinced Ella's older friends to give them a try.






Miss Rose was brave enough to try one, but you should have seen her dive for the water when her mouth started burning!




Mister loves being with the big kids (notice messy, long hair).







He didn't care that it wasn't his birthday, he just enjoyed the festivities.








After everyone left, it was time to give my dad a hair cut. Well, I decided (after a few drinks), that I was tired of combing Mister's hair in the morning, so he got a buzz as well!

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Seven?!

Someone, please help me with my math... she was born in 2002, so does that really mean that she's seven? It just can't be true.


Aren't you listening to me? She was JUST born.

Maybe we should stop feeding her.

Because a mother's heart just can't take this growing up business.

She said to me the other day, "obviously you don't know what little kids are thinking because you were born as an adult."


That's funny, cause I still feel like a kid. Which means I couldn't have been born as an adult.

And her favorite word lately is, "obviously." This pose in the tree was her idea because, "obviously she likes climbing trees."


Obviously I need some help, because I think I'm in denial about her being seven.

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