My poor baby girl has been congested...actually our whole house has been stuffy for the past week. I suppose this is the season. I am dreading them going back to school and all of the germs that will be mixing together in the petri dish known as preschool. Anyway, back on track...I was giving her some medicine the other night and she reminded me of my Southern roots. She asked me what flavor some liquid was, and I told her it was grape. She drank it quickly and said, "Mommy, this is really not my favorite." Only a good southern girl would say she didn't like something in that way. At least I have one of my good habits rubbing off on her:)
Friday, December 24, 2010
I got them. I caught all three of them today - sometime against their will, but I played the only hand I have today: presents. I even got some extra organizational work out of them. It was genius. And, they are stinking cute. Tomorrow morning should be pretty fun. Merry Christmas!
Posted by Erica at 7:53 PM
So Excited! So Excited! So Excited! They are going to combust. They were even up early this morning. Maybe they will go to sleep early tonight. Maybe that Santa Radar detector will be my friend and ally...
I haven't got to take a single picture in the last few days as my children have been beyond uncooperative. I am going all out today. I will not be thwarted.
Posted by Erica at 11:57 AM
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
I have had an overload of Arabella pics recently because she has been my most cooperative guinea pig with my new camera. I guess it is actually my Christmas gift that I may or may not be using illegally, but Daddy has not complained. I am like a kid in a candy store, but in the case, a kid with the most obscenely perfect, ridiculously awesome camera lens a girl could ever ask for. Gushing much, I know. It is perfection...and look at the pictures it is giving me. My last four posts are results from my new obsession. Daddy was very, very good to me this year.
Posted by Erica at 8:53 AM
Monday, December 20, 2010
The trio is getting a tiny bit worked up about Christmas being so close. I had to threaten them that I would start taking presents away if they didn't stop counting their presents and comparing their sizes on a daily basis. One of them, usually Arabella, offers to bargain with me about something..."Mommy, what if I do this (insert chore)? Can we all open up just one present? Please??" It hasn't worked yet. Gary and I also can barely get them to fall asleep at night. Even when their eyes are droopy with sleep, they are plotting and counting the days until Christmas. I think we may go visit Santa today. That might bring them to the fever pitch of insanity, right? Hopefully, Santa stops Arabella from her "I want a Siamese Kitten" fantasy. I am counting on the old man to back me up.
Posted by Erica at 8:32 AM
Sunday, December 19, 2010
I was cuddling my little Pooh Bear in my bed the other night while she read her book to me. After she finished, I said, "Bella, you are getting so big. You are almost as big as your Mommy." She replied with a grin, "Yeah, but I'm sure not as OLD as you." I then pinched her, and she ran off laughing. How is that I am already getting insulted? I thought that was supposed to happen in the teenage years. Perhaps Arabella is just making 7 the new 17...
Posted by Erica at 7:51 PM
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Olivia likes to tackle people and give them hugs. It's one of her 'things.' She is so stinking cute and gives such big hugs, we always take them willingly, even when they do knock us to the ground. As you can see, she took out Arabella last night...and then posed sweetly for a photo. These girls love each other fiercely. Sisters are the best.
Posted by Erica at 4:28 PM
Friday, December 17, 2010
Blake upped the "coolness" ante today with his brooding good looks. I may have had to bribe him to take these photos, but they were worth an early Christmas present to capture him today. I think he is channeling a British rocker with his peacoat and skinny jeans. If you look really close, you can see his skull and crossbones boxers sticking out - just like a good rocker would. I confess that these jeans and their placement were what resorted to my bribing him. I just couldn't resist. I promise they were not hanging like that when I sent him to school, but he is so skinny, they came home down that far. He is super good and super cool.
Posted by Erica at 4:03 PM
Thursday, December 9, 2010
I may or may not have been ranting/lecturing my children in the car earlier this week about listening to their Mother...about how when I say something they need to do it and not choose to ignore me on any given occasion because there is a possibility I will be so distracted that I will not get mad. I may have been droning on and on about how I do so many things for them and ask for so little in return, but that listening and obeying is one of the things that I expect. If this had actually occurred, it might have continued on like this: Everyone was silent, taking in Mommy's word to heart. Arabella, like the perfect daughter she is, pipes up, "Mommy, I love you." "I love you, too" I responded, "I just wish you would listen to me." Blake speaks up from the back seat, "Mommy, maybe you could ask Santa for that for Christmas. You could put it on your wish list and see of he will give it to you." If only it were that easy, my dear sweet boy...
This is a picture of Blake from Thanksgiving. He was helping Uncle Gene turn the crank on his homemade ice cream maker. It was delightful. The best part was, he gave them all a taste for their efforts.
Posted by Erica at 11:29 AM
Friday, December 3, 2010
Look how happy they are! Snow and fun and sledding and fun and snow and sliding...it was the best. What you don't see in these pictures is Mommy and Daddy...frowns on their faces...Daddy sweating as he digs our Escalade out of the snow...Mommy frantically trying to help him (not doing anything useful), trying to keep an eye on Blake so he does dig a hole and fall/roll down the hill...watching Arabella sled down the hill at 30 mph on her stomach with a broken wrist...watching Livvy who only has one glove that fits because she was messing around with the mitten bag before we left and brought a newborn size along with her current one...wondering if her little fingers are going to get frostbit...while Daddy digs more snow from under the tires and fetches our trailer out of peril. Sounds like a blast, right? The kids thought it was the best. We got the tree closest to the road. It's a little bit Charlie Brown, but it reaches our ceiling and fills the space. It's beautiful all lit up. It will do. The kids thought it was a blast. I know I keep repeating myself. I am reminding myself that it was a blast...
Posted by Erica at 10:26 AM
Thursday, December 2, 2010
I know that I am 150% whole heartedly biased on this, but she really is such a gorgeous little baby. I snapped this while waiting outside for everyone to load up in the car for tree cutting last Sunday. I have said it before, but I think I have another Arabella on my hands with the way she loves to pose for pictures. And her skin...her perfect little skin. It was made for kisses.
Posted by Erica at 11:54 AM