Sunday, May 31, 2009

Here Comes Summer

Every once in a while, Mommy lets Daddy touch her camera:) He spotted a golden moment this morning as they were all three on the bridge captivated by the Koi and/or the frogs. None of them were screaming, crying and/or pinching each other, so he grabbed the camera and got a photo for Mom. What a good Dad. We have had a weekend full of sunshine (too much), the bounce house and a whole lot of swimming. School gets out this Friday. Summer, here we come...

Thursday, May 28, 2009

1 Little, 2 Little, 3 Little Babies...

I still call them my babies. I find myself saying, "I have to get home to my babies" or something of the sort. Then the stranger I am rambling to will say "Oh, how old are your babies?" Then I will speak their ages out loud and feel like a bit of an idiot calling my 5 year old a baby. My oldest baby has only 6 days left of Kindergarten. She is going to be a 1st grader. Is that even real? Then there is my middle angel, the most purest of baby boy souls, who is finishing his "cubbie" year in the yellow house and about to be a Pre-K "Cougar." For real? Then there is my real baby - the closest thing I still have to a baby, who is about to be two years old in less than 2 months. Can I still call my two year old "my baby" - even is she is my baby of the family, do other people still consider my two year a "baby"? Is she a toddler now? That's not a baby, right? I know she is already dressing herself (backwards at best), putting on her owns shoes (perfectly) and sassing me on a regular basis (perfectly), she is still my little preemie baby girl, right?

I know I am going to be one of those nuts calling my grown children babies. When you see me and hear me say this (and they are all out of college), promise me to just nod and let me go with it. I like living in my own little world of me, my husband and my babies.

Sunday, May 24, 2009


Blake came bounding out into the garage tonight while I was emptying the trash and asked, "Mommy, do we go to heaven?" I was pretty sure they were discussing pirates and popcorn when I had just walked out of the room so I wasn't certain where the question came from. I answered, "Yes, when we die, we go to heaven - like PaPa is in heaven." Arabella then comes running up behind him and repeats the question, "Mom, do we go to heaven when we die?" I again said, "Yes." Arabella responded, "Blakey said we go to Costco when we die, not heaven. I told you Blake." He had the most hopeful look on his face as though I may prove his know-it-all big sister wrong. My funny little dude...

This picture is Blake "cleaning" the pool this afternoon while Arabella was swimming. He diligently swept around the pool with the net just in case their might be any bugs to be found. He looks so grown up to me in this picture - like he is transitioning from my baby boy into a little boy. Let me know if anyone figures out how to freeze time. I would do it in a heart beat.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Photo Op

Arabella was having one of her moments of inspiration and decided to raid my closet. She turned a shirt into a dress, found some pearls, a hat from the Bahamas and some high heels and sought me out to display her cuteness. The next request was a photo shoot to which I quickly obliged. I had to share...