Monday, September 28, 2009

Fancy Nancy









A LONG overdue haircut (the last real one was this time last year!!) in what was pretty much girly-girl pink, Barbie Jeep, princess movie on the big screen in front of her heaven. It was a big reward for good behavior and she was definitely a fan.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Confessions of a really, really tired mom...

1. I really hate asthma. Hate.
2. I'm not so fond of reflux either.
3. I think I may have fallen asleep while standing up last night. That's a first for me.
4. My house is a horrible, horrible, rotten mess.
5. It's 9:20. Lily isn't feeling well today and refused to take a nap. We put her down to sleep at 7:30 and she has been up screaming 8 times since. 8 times.
5. I'm supposed to be working right now and do not know whatever possessed me to pick a shift that runs until midnight. So, so dumb.
6. Mike made me realize that my birthday is coming up soon and with it comes a number that I find very ugly.
7. I secretly wish extreme terrible twos filled with tantrums and ear splitting whines on the women who brag about their babies sleeping through the night from the beginning. Evil, I know.
8. I've sworn to never become a mom-hag but have a sneaking suspicion that I might be looking like one lately.
9. I have called my sweet baby boy "big girl" way more times than I like to admit. Or "Lily." Hopefully no permanent damage has been done.

He makes rolls look good.



Such a chub.

I'm a little obsessed with these pictures. They just make me laugh.

I pretty much dare anyone to look at them and not smile. It's all him-- roly, poly, sweet little big guy... or, as he's known around here these days, The Squish.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Lily's Very Best Buddy.







Lil's beloved Taryn broke her arm last Friday while they were together at the park. And now, not a single princess in our house is without a broken arm. Apparently, there have been some nasty falls from the top of the castle and each one has been taken away by ambulance.

This story is typically followed with a long sigh and "I miss Taryn. Is she okay? She got hurt and had to go to the hospital. Poor Taryn! I love her! She's my very best friend."

And she means it. She loves that kid. Loves the family that she comes with. We all do. And we sure do hope that she bounces back soon.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Big boy.


12 pounds, 11 ounces and full of sweetness, we are hopeful that everything is okay in that belly of yours after a scary trip to the hospital yesterday for an upper GI.

Thank you for being such a good baby. I love waking up to your smiles (even when they're in the middle of the night). We are all so thankful that you're so easy going--- you go with the flow without even the slightest bit of fuss. You've brought us all so much joy in the past weeks by looking into our eyes and "talking" to us. There is one funny guy behind those bright blue eyes of yours.


Our squishy, smiley, happy little boy.... you've made these two months easy. You are loved so very much.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Big Day.

It's the one you've been waiting for since February when we first started talking about school.

You were so excited to wear your special "first day of school" dress made for you Grandma.

Daddy and I walked you in together thinking you might feel a little nervous in your new classroom, but the minute you were in the door, you ditched us for the playdoh.

We were surprised to find out that in a class of only 10, you'd be one of two Lilys. It was quickly decided that your (instantly loved) teachers, Miss Shelley and Miss Michelle, would call you Lily Kate to avoid any confusion.

You quickly made some new buddies and we knew that you would be okay. I felt good walking back to the car and even laughed at some of the weepy moms I passed by along the way. Then... as I put Jack in the car, it hit me. You are growing up so, so fast. And I'll admit it-- it made me sad. I cried. Funny how milestones like this can be so bittersweet.

At the end of the day when Jack and I came to pick you up, you ran to me and squealed. You grabbed your backpack and lunch box and proudly showed off your new water fountain drinking skills. Once we were in the car, you announced that your favorite part of school was playing outside on the swings and the slide...

and the not-so-great part was when they tried to get you down for a nap.

Big surprise
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I can't believe you're a preschooler. Happy 1st day, big girl.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Save me, mama!

5 days of being cooped up + 1 big dose of steroids creates a very stir crazy 2-year-old and when there's no best buddy around to play dress up, you take what you can get.



Does he look thrilled or what?



He's had a rough week. His first ear infection. First round of antibiotics. And I'm thinking this may be the first of many times he'll be forced to sport Cinderella shoes.



Sorry, sweet little guy. She doesn't really take no for an answer, does she?



Look out 'cause the tiara comes next.