Summer Days driftin' away...

to uh-oh those summer nights...

Will she be...?

I think I will add Artist to the list of possible future careers. One day when we were out and about, Bree wanted me to draw her a kitty. I didn't have any paper so I did what I had to do. I drew the kitty on her hand. A bad habit to teach a two year old, I know. So last week when she wanted to draw a kitty on my hand I felt I had no choice so I let her and this is what she drew. I was absolutely amazed. Obviously because I took a picture of it before I washed it off my hand.




Will she be...? - 1

Oh to be little again

An ordinary box...



I think I heard the box giggle...



I have the strangest feeling that something is watching me...



Whats in the box???



A Bree is in the box.

Monkey See, Monkey Do - 2

One random Monday morning I was sitting on the living room floor making out my grocery list for the week when I realized the house was just a little too quite. I looked up expecting Bree to be doing who-knows-what that she shouldn't have been but instead found her sitting on the floor across from me making out her own grocery list, just like Momma. If you click on the picture you can see her "words".



Bree reading her grocery list to me.





Monkey See, Monkey Do - 1

My Little Mother Hen

To answer your question: Yes, she's trying to feed Jacob with her doll baby's bottle.

Wordless Wednesday

I do believe I see a little bit of Cousin Austin in Jacob.

Mary, Mary quite contrary

How does your garden grow?






My first ripe tomato...


...with many more on the way.

James Robert!!

James Robert. That was my Dad's favorite nickname for Jim. Generally this nickname would be used whenever Jim would fix something in a manner that Dad wouldn't entirely agree with. Dad would wince, hang his head low so we couldn't see him smiling and shake his head in utter disbelief. To which Jim would simply smile back and innocently say "What?" as if he'd done nothing wrong. "James Robert" would be Dad's only reply.

As many of you know, my couch has been in need of some repair. The fabric and cushions are just fine but a spring or something on the bottom busted resulting in sinking almost to the ground when you sit anywhere on the couch. As any good housewife would do, I've nagged and nagged to my handyman husband to PLEASE fix the couch. He did. But as I discovered exactly how he fixed the problem, I find myself wincing, hanging my head low, shaking my head in utter disbelief. And when Jim innocently said "What? I fixed the couch! If I wouldn't have pointed it out you never would have noticed!!" My only reply was "James Robert!"



Yes, the fabric on the back of the couch is CUT COMPLETELY OFF!! Because otherwise "It would have gotten in my way."

Theme

The new theme to my life:

Merry Christmas in July

152 days to go...

Well....That didn't work

We've randomly been trying to spoon feed Jacob. He's still a little shy of the four month mark when doctors give it the okay to start food, but if he's ready, what can it hurt? Although he did not spit the cereal back out, he definately did not swallow it. There it sat. In his mouth. Unsure of what to do with it. Unsure of the taste. Unsure of the texture. But he kept a positive attitude through it all.









Okay, he couldn't smile through all of it. Eventually he wanted that stuff out of his mouth!

A Mother's Love

Discovering that with every child, your heart grows bigger and stronger - that there is no limit to how much or how many people you can love, even though at times you feel as though you could burst - you don't - you just love even more.

My Apologies

Okay, this time its not my fault for the lack of blogging. My precious, once happy, almost sleeping through the night, three month old has becoming a whining, screaming, less-happy, waking up three times during the night, teething three month old.



He chews,



and chews,



and chews



on whatever he can grab hold of and get into his mouth. We've been living on tylenol these days. Jacob for the teething, me for the headaches caused by the screaming baby. Not to mention Bree has finally hit the dreaded terrible two's attitude. Its not bad all the time, but when its bad, its BAAAAD! It doesn't help that she knows she's cute. Discipling can be hard when you're dealing with this...