Saturday, November 27, 2010

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Broken Things

Only Arabella could turn a broken limb into a stylish photo shoot.

It's been about 6 months since we've had a cast in our home, so I guess it was time again. Arabella injured herself on the uneven bars at gymnastics. The ironic part was that she was just playing around while at a birthday party and slipped off while attempting a pullover. She landed at just the right angle to obtain a buckle fracture right near her left wrist (she is fortunately right handed). It is apparently a decent break, but one that should be healed within 3 weeks. She barely even cried when it happened - maybe for 30 seconds and then went back off to play. It wasn't until the next day that she started to feel the pain (as did I with her whining) and we decided to go get the x-ray. This is not her first broken bone (she broke her collar bone at 2 years old), but it is her first cast. She told me yesterday as we were leaving the doctor's office, "This was kind of fun." Yeah, totally fun. Wouldn't you agree?

Friday, November 19, 2010

So Good


He's so good...so very, very good. Words cannot even properly express what I feel as a Momma in love. I cherish the kisses. I cherish this boy. Perfection.

Monday, November 15, 2010

You Are So Cute!


Olivia was sitting on my lap last night as I diligently edited some photos at my lap top. She was nuzzling me and giving me lovies like the good kitty she is. Then she said, "Mommy, you are so cute!" My little parrot repeats. Kisses were involved.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Keeping It Simple


A conversation between Arabella and Blake:

Arabella: (while holding a green apple) Blake, See these apples. We just learned about some different apple types at school. My favorite is Honey Crisp. This is a Granny Smith. See -it's called Granny Smith.
Blake: (studies the apple thoughtfully) Well, I just call them green apples.
Arabella: rolls eyes
Blake: runs off
Lynette had this picture from the end of our photo shoot last month (Olivia was off to the side whining). She thought it was so funny, she kept it. I am so glad she did. I could not agree more.

Slumber Party


I survived our first slumber party. We have had plenty of overnight guests, but never in multiple quantities. Arabella had 5 little girls over for her birthday celebration, so I spent the night tending 7 squealing little girls (Olivia thinks she is also 7). They were actually so very good, but I will admit to being tired for a day or two afterward...high maintenance pretty much covers it. My favorite part of the night...the pillow fight in the rotunda. No matter what the generation, the little girls are still the same.

The Cake:

Happy Birthday to you:

Pillow fight:


Monday, November 8, 2010

Little Pooh Bear

I don't get very many mother/daughter photos these days...mostly because I am the one stalking everyone from behind the lens. Lynette Penick took some family photos for us a few weeks ago and within that shoot got some of us alone. I treasure these so much. There is not a whole lot of little left in her, but I am holding on to what is there with all of my heart.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Halloween 2010

I got on an "editing roll" this morning and these photos were too stinking funny not to share. Plus, I wanted to get them on here before Christmas. At the rate I am going, it's now or never. Above you will note our Ghostbuster, our Twilight Vampire, Esme, and our little Longhorn Cheerleader. Our cheerleader was supposed to be a black cat until she saw Mommy in her cheerleader uniform and switched. She made for a pretty cute cheerleader, I must say...

Liv and I posed together before we left. I feel compelled to note that this uniform is 21 years old. I am not sure how I still fit into it, and Gary may or may not have had to peel me out of it after we got home, but I still wore it, all the same:)

This was our crew right as we were heading our for trick-or-treating. Why is Dad try to get me??

Here is our pumpkin carving from the night before. There was some serious pumpkin seed picking done by Blake, hence the missing shirt. I say that, but he usually has no shirt on anyway, so it wasn't all that unusual, I suppose.
I just love this picture and had to share it...


Ballerina Girl


We had observance day at Arabella's dance class this week (they only allow us to watch 3 times a year). From the moment they began, I could not wipe the smile off my face. I was entranced by how much she had progressed and how grown up she looked. She's gone from my tiny dancer into a ballerina and I didn't even realized it had happened. Proud Momma here...

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Our Beauty is Seven


Our little teeny Pooh Bear is not so tiny any more. In fact, I think she is more of seven going on seventeen. Yesterday in the car on the way to dance, I may or may not have been lecturing her about listening to me...about no matter how old she is or she thinks she is, she still needs to be respectful and do what she's told. After my mini-rant, she quietly said, "Well, I am almost 7. I can't wait to be a teenager!" I may have gasped and asked "Why??" to which she responded: "Because I will get a phone and a car. And I can go be with my friends all the time and go to the movies all the time and do whatever I want. It's going to be so cool. I can't wait." I naturally responded, "Well, I can..."
This picture is from Halloween. My baby girl was a vampire named Esme. When I look at this picture, I think maybe she is edging closer to seventeen than seven.
Stay small for me for just a while longer, Pooh Bear. You have the rest of your life to be a grown up.