One year

One year ago today we were homeowners, without our home even listed for sale.

One year ago today I was still in basking in the new knowledge that a baby was growing inside me.

One year ago today we felt burdened for missions but sat confused on how God would work it all out with a baby on the way.

One year ago today I lost my step-mom unexpectedly. And my sister lost her mother.

One year ago today I knew less about God.

One year ago today I didn't know the things I know today.

One year ago I was so caught up in today that I forgot that a year from now my life might look totally different. And, I still struggle to remember this.

One year from today I pray that my life is closer to being fully consecrated to a mighty God.

One year from today I pray that I will be that much more in love with my Savior.

One year from today I will look back and remember all that God has done for us and stand in awe, just as I do today.

One year from today God will remind me that He is in the details and on the mountain tops, He's in the valleys and in the major decisions.

One year from today I pray my Bible is a little more worn, my heart is a little more full of His words and my sin is a little further removed from my day to day.

One year from today will be marvelous. I just know it.

Das Not Funny! Friday: Dressed for success

When Luke and I were in college, Luke made it a habit of dressing nicely anytime he had an exam or a presentation. I thought it was ridiculous to dress up just to take a test, since my normal attire of athletic pants and a t-shirt seemed to be just as test worthy as a skirt or dress pants. In fact, about the only time I dressed up was when my sorority made me OR when all my other clothes were dirty and dress clothes were the only thing that didn't reek. Nonetheless, Luke insisted that he was better test taker when he "dressed for success."

Yes, I still make fun of him. Yes, I still wear athletic pants and t-shirts most days and Luke wears a tie and dress slacks. Clearly we were being molded for our current jobs even way back then.

Anyway, after watching Ashlee sprint across the yard earlier this morning and giggling at her attire (dress, leggings and white athletic socks with her crocs), I concluded that our children have taken after their father in most ways. And, quite possibly, their desire to dress for success could be genetic. (Insert HUGE exasperated Mom sigh)

Most days, I allow the older 3 to dress themselves. The only parameters I set are that their choices must be modest and weather appropriate. No tiny undershirts without an overshirt for the girls and no sweaters when it's 99 degrees outside. You know, so they don't dehydrate themselves by sweating out their weight with the heat index being well over 100 degrees. Gotta love the South.

At any rate, most times my older three, the girls especially, come out in some interesting garb. Once, I took them into Wal-mart after we'd left a tea-party and they had on their "fancy clothes." We got a lot of looks but, honestly, I don't care. The only time I've really paused was just after Easter when Elizabeth wore her Easter shoes and a nice, church dress to church with GAP athletic socks. Oh well. People surely understand that I have bigger fish to fry than whether or not my kids look perfect.

And truthfully, I think it allows them some control in a world where they have very little control. And, it often gives Luke and I a good chuckle when we see what they deem as appropriate clothing. Here are some examples. This is the clothing each of our older three children chose for a few hours of outside play time.

Nothing says "I'm a real cowboy" like your boots with some shorty-shorts. Right?

Ashlee loves to dress herself in "pretty dresses." Nothing says purdy like a baby pink polyester dress and your crocs. Nothing. Notice that she's also sporting a shotgun. I'd guess that would be necessary to keep the paparazzi at bay. I mean, she is a diva.

As for Elizabeth, well, she's her own girl. I mean, nothing says summer sporty casual like black sweatpants under last year's too-short dress. I think the headband-being-worn-as-a-necklace really sets off the outfit. Don't you? Naturally, you'll need to accessorize with a bat and ball. Afterall, you don't want anyone thinking you can't play ball just because you're rockin' a dress.


Nighttime attire is always interesting around here. When the twins turned 4 back at the end of May, we decided to celebrate with some old sparklers I found in the bottom of a box. Since it's summertime and it doesn't get completely dark until 2am, we had them go ahead and get completely ready for bed while we waited for it to be dark enough. Sidenote: it never really got dark enough. At any rate, this is what they wore for bed that night. Please make special note of Lucas' favorite bedtime shirt also featured here.

Ashlee is of the mindset that pajamas are pajamas and no one said they ever had to match.


Apparently these are Elizabeth's favorite pajamas. It doesn't matter how many times I move them to Ashlee's pajama drawer, they always end up on Elizabeth's body. The good news is that if she ever encounters a flood in the middle of the night she is good to go.

Headbands are all the rage at our house right now. Our girls even go to bed with them on and I have to repeatedly remind them to take them off. When worn correctly, my girls look amazingly cute wearing a headband.


But if one hair accessory is cute, then 3 must be cuter, right?

And if 3 are cuter, then over the top HUGE must be gorgeous. Wouldn't you agree?

Go big or go home, that's what I always say.

Hope y'all have a weekend that's dressed for success.

Ella Joy at 3 months

Totally unrelated preface: David Platt's book Radical is available in audio version for the next 24 hours for ONLY $2.49! Click here for details. I'd suggest you go download it NOW if you don't own it in paper version. Or, perhaps, even if you do.

Okay, now about my Ella...

Today my sweet Ella Joy is three months old. THREE months old.

Will someone please tell her to stop growing? I've tried. She's being very disobedient and growing more every day, despite my authoritative tone.

Ahem. Anyway, several people told us that by giving her the name Joy we were certainly to have destined her to be a joyful soul. I don't know if that equates in my book, but she certainly is joyful. And, she fills us with joy as well.

(The look on her face in this photo cracks me up.)

At three months old, I promise, Ella is progressing much faster than any of the other children. At her 2 month check up our Pediatrician said she was as attentive as a 4 or 5 month old. The doctor attributed her alertness to the fact that she always has something or someone to look at in our house. I guess I could see how that would make her a little advanced.

She has started to laugh, although she's truly only belly laughed once. So, naturally, each time I have a few minutes with just my chubby cheeked princess, I spend every second of it trying to make her giggle. Her laugh and smile are just so sweet and I cannot resist her.

In a matter of a few days, Ella not only discovered that she has a tongue but also how to blow bubbles. And, she spends most of her awake time grinning and blowing bubbles. She is finally tolerating her car seat much more often. I finally wised up and thought that maybe she was getting bored so I added some dangly things from the handle and she enjoys looking at them and grinning.

I also went to a local consignment shop and bought her a new (to us) playmat. The one we had I threw out after it kept collapsing on Aaron and Olivia. She seems to really love laying under it and looking at the things hanging above her and, of course, grinning.

She has started sitting in the Bumbo seat and at first she looked like a bobblehead doll. But over the last week or so she's doing much better controlling her head. She loves to sit in there and watch everyone and smile at passers by.

As for sleeping, well, it's going. She has slept 2 or 3 nights exclusively in her crib but usually she begins and ends the night in her swing with possibly 1 stretch of sleep in her crib. BUT, she's not sleeping stretches of the night in our bed anymore and I think that's progress! She still loves to be swaddled at night. Though, Luke and I don't give her much of a choice about it. We joke that we swaddle our kids until they are old enough to ask to not be swaddled anymore. That's totally a joke. Aaron didn't start talking until the week after we stopped swaddling him. ;) She usually has one good stretch of sleep, typically her first stretch, that lasts 4-5 hours. After that, she wakes every 2-3 hours to eat.

What I love most about Ella right now is her desire to be in the mix of everyone else. She is so content to just sit and watch everyone around her. I also love her fat, chubby cheeks. Luke and I have never had a rolly poly baby in all 5 of the previous kids. I am so loving her chubby little thighs and chins.

She is finally, finally taking a bottle semi-consistently (can something be considered consistent if it's only semi-consistent?). Wouldn't you know that she's now content to take the same bottle as all the others took? Yay! Which makes it possible for me to sometimes do this:

I just can't tell if Lucas is proud to be feeding his littlest sister or not. What do you think?

You know what though? We are all proud of our littlest girl. Each and every one of us. I just don't know how we ever managed without her.

The Stinky-waa waa Song

I found these kids in my house today. I thought about kicking them to curb since clearly I don't have kids this old (I mean, I just had them all like 2 weeks ago plus, I'm still young and hip - no comments about the Mom shorts please - and so I couldn't possibly have two 4 year olds and an (almost) 6 year old). But, then they serenaded me and I thought, "What the heck? I'll let 'em stay."

So, I present to you,

"The Stinky-waawaa Song"

Let me interpret for those of you who either
A) Don't understand little kids,
2) Live somewhere other than the south and you cannot decipher southern little kid
or III) Cannot understand due to the awesome audio quality of this video.

I'm a little striped skunk,
Sleeping under someone's bunk.
No one wants to sleep with me,
I'm as smelly as can be.

Stinky-waa-waa!

The preceding song is sung approximately 573 times a day around here, in varying decibel levels and with increasing silliness. Sometimes with hand motions or a small knee bounce for added rhythm. I use the word "rhythm" loosely.

Have I mentioned lately how much I LOVE my job? Because I do. A lot.

Due to the recent number of videos on the blog, can you guess what I found a couple weeks ago while unpacking a box? Yes, I know we've lived here for 3.5 months and I still have boxes stacked up in most rooms. Stop judging me. I moved boxes from our old house to here that had NEVER BEEN UNPACKED in the two years we lived at the old house. If you'll seriously look at the state of my home as I scan the camera around our dining area, you'll see that housekeeping isn't exactly my spiritual gift. I'd love a spiritual gift of a cleaning lady 2 days a week if anyone is looking to unload one. For free of course.

Also, please make note of the attire that my kids are wearing. Yes, Lucas and Ashlee are in their PJ's, even though they'd already gotten dressed for the day. Apparently, mid-morning calls for PJ's in our house. And, I will tell you that Lucas felt it necessary to take off his underwear under that offensively yellow night shirt that he LOVES beyond every other shred of clothing that he owns. Sorry if the neon yellow made your retinas bleed.

3 guesses who the camera hog is in our house.

It's never a dull moment around here. Never.

Das Not Funny! Friday: Verbiage

I have so many drafts saved that I'd like to post about.

I'm on Chapter 5 of Radical by David Platt and I still need to post about Chapters 2, 3 and 4. It's so good. Just go buy it and read it. Seriously.

I appreciate all the comments about my Mom shorts. Maybe they aren't THAT bad since most of you claim you don't know what I'm talking about. Either that, or you all have Mom shorts too and your opinions mean squat. Seeing as how all the folks who have no clue what I meant were Moms, I'm going with option B. Heh. I kid. Sorta.

I also have a post that I'm praying about posting. It's about Mommy anger. I'm amazed at how I can love these little blessings so much and yet sometimes, get so stinkin' angry at them. Can anybody else relate?

Anyway, on with the funnies...

There have been so many funny things going on around here. Aaron is really starting to talk and anytime Ella sneezes his sweet little self says, "Less lewe Lellllla. Less lewe Lellllwa." (Bless you Ella.) It's hysterically precious.

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Elizabeth came out of the bathroom one afternoon, holding an empty bottle. She said, "Mom, we're outta tizer in the hanatizer bottle."

Our kids have called it "hanatizer" for a sweet forever and, I don't correct them because I think it's that cute.

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Lucas was sitting in front of the TV earlier this afternoon as we watched cartoons. Elizabeth and Ashlee, in turn, couldn't see. So, I said to him, "Lucas, your Momma wasn't a glass maker Buddy."

To which Elizabeth replied, "Nope. You were a teacher."

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The flies in our house are out of control. It might have something to do with the 3 children who leave the door open in an effort to cool off the yard, I'm guessing. At any rate, fly killing has become a hobby amongst our older 3 kids. Elizabeth asked me the a few days ago, "Hey Mom. Where are you hiding the flyswapper?"

I told her we don't swap flies.

She stared at me like I'd lost my mind.

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I know. Those weren't awesome. Forgive me. It's been a long week. Y'all have a great weekend!

Draw the curtains, nail down the blinds

We have a unique living situation. As you all probably already know, we sold our house at the beginning of March. Currently we are renting a house. We are renting it on a "campus." That's about as specific as I'd like to be with our living location and broadcasting it to the interweb, so if you know where we live I'd appreciate the ambiguity as well in your comments.

The reason I'm bringing it up today is because at this very moment, right outside my front door is this:


Yes. Three HUGE inflatable bouncehouses/slides. Where we live they are celebrating. A celebration that only takes place every 5 years, to my understanding. Which means, it's a BIG celebration.

And, we are not really invited to play on those lovely, fun, totally-would-wear-my-kids-out toys that are RIGHT OUTSIDE OUR FRONT DOOR. Yes, that's our lawn furniture and toys laying in the grass. Squeals and laughter are echoing through our house as the sounds of children enjoying themselves on these bounceable toys. And, there's a band playing somewhere on the not so distant lawn.

Those things pretty much make our RRIAP look like a deflated kiddie pool.

Wow. I've never drawn our blinds so tightly as I am today. I think I'll blindfold my kids and carry them out to the van 1 by 1 and leave for the entire afternoon. Thanks to a friend who will make that possible by loaning us her house this afternoon.

I sure hope no one gets the bright idea to look out the window. Something tells me I'll be playing zone defense this morning, with my zone being all the windows/doors on the front side of our house.

Bring on the meltdowns.

Like a fart in the wind

I have blogged about running before. 7 times to be exact. (Hint: Click on each of the words in that 1st sentence to see my previous posts about running.) 1 of those times was to promote Run 4 Revolution so really it had nothing to do with me running.

The last time(s) I posted about running, my running streak lasted 10 days.

TEN DAYS.

Like a fart in the wind, it was gone quicker than it came.

Today I registered to Run my first ever 5K. Yes, I know I blogged about running a 5K once before but I never ran in it. In fact, I chickened out/hyperventilated from nerves the morning of the race. But now, I'm actually running. Like for real running.

Like, I've been running for about 7 WEEKS. Weeks, not days people. That's pretty monumental for me. And, the craziest part is that I am actually enjoying it.

Truthfully, I don't really run. I jaulk. It's like a half jog/half walk. I haven't mentioned my jaulking here on the blog before now because it could have been like the whole "fart in the wind" thing again and then I'd be 0 for 2. And my dignity can't take that kind of a record.

I'm actually registered to run a 5K on July 17th (I even paid a registration fee!). My friend Lindsey has been my Drill Sergeant accountability partner and kept me in check, asking if I'm running and concerned with how I'm actually doing. She even made me a spreadsheet telling me how much I should be running each day so that I don't burn out. And, even once, she dumbed down a run and ran/jaulked with me. She talked the whole time, while I gasped for air, and made it rather enjoyable for me. (Lindsey is training for the Boston Marathon so when I say "dumbed down" her run, she REALLY dumbed down her run. It would be like a Rocket Scientist doing addition flash cards with a 1st grader.)

So, I'm running or something like that. And, I'm proud of myself for not quitting. My husband has been a constant source of encouragement. Because, you see, I'm NOT a runner by nature. In my athletic prime, I wasn't a distance runner. In fact, I PREFERRED the days we did wind sprints over the days we did distance running. I sorta liked sprinting as long as the sprints were 1 lap or less around the track.

And, I imagine this running/jaulking thing will be something I continue to do. Even though, technically, my favorite part about the running is the stopping at the end.

Kikoi: The Trilogy

When I posted about my kikoi so many (three) of you jumped on board and wanted one for yourself. Well, I should have known that the kikoi takes some getting used to. I got my first one a few months after we got Olivia's placement and, truthfully, I didn't like it all that much.

But then, I figured out that it really didn't matter what the "right" way was for using it. The point was, I needed to use it. When we had Ella, I dug it back out because I really didn't have a choice. I NEEDED both of my hands all day and Ella NEEDED me to hold her. So, I decided to adapt, improvise and overcome. (That's my husband's college baseball coach's motto. Smart man. He has a lot of kids. I bet it wasn't really meant at all for baseball.)

At any rate, I LOVE my kikoi. I love it beyond the amount that anyone should love a long piece of fabric. And, after I shipped out 2 kikois I got 2 responses saying that they had no clue how to use it. Or, that they had tried to use it but it was awkward.

I totally understood. And, I equally wanted them to love their kikoi as much as I love mine. So, behold, below is a trilogy of sorts on how to use your kikoi. Keep in mind I really have no idea what I'm doing. I'm also going to add some commentary in reference to each of the 3 videos. Truthfully, I would have preferred that this all be consolidated into 1 video, but my cameraman kept stopping the video (twice) and the camera he was using creates a new video each time. And, I have no stinkin' clue how to combine them all. So, bear with me people.

Also, as Luke pointed out I probably could have just emailed these videos to the two people who asked about them but what would be the fun in that? Who would provide such lovely kikoi footage to the rest of the world?

No one. That's who.

First up, how to tie your kikoi into a good knot. Seriously, could the bottom of my foot be any grosser? I won't tell you that I had JUST had a surprise pedicure THAT VERY MORNING. Seriously, I am such a hick, as if my southern drawl when I said, "foo-yut" didn't tip you off to my hick-ness that nasty foot did. If you've ever question which area of the country I'm from, these three videos should make it CLEAR AS DAY. South, deep south. That's your answer.

Also, the side "commentary" is from Olivia. She's off camera strapped into her booster seat. I'm SHOCKED she was so quiet for the making of this film. She typically interjects her thoughts anytime someone else is talking. Even though her thoughts are undecipherable.

Okay, roll that beautiful bean footage...

Kikoi 1 from The Beaver Bunch on Vimeo.

My plan was that the cameraman wouldn't stop tape but rather pass off my babe to me in one fluid motion. Guess not.

For video #2

I realize it appears as though I'm flopping my 11 week old around like a rag doll. Apparently, having an average of a baby a year over the last 6 years has made me a little confident in my baby hold techniques. Other people have told me that I'm this way but seeing it makes me understand exactly what they mean. There were a couple of times that I wanted to reach through the screen and take my baby out of my own arms. Mind you, it never feels like she's being flopped around and I have never dropped one of our babies. And, truthfully she really is safe and secure within my grip. But have mercy.

Also, WHY HASN'T ANYONE TOLD ME ABOUT THOSE SHORTS? If you've ever seen me in those shorts and not said, "Um...what's with the Mom shorts? They are not working for you." you are officially dead to me. DEAD. Seriously. I have Mom crotch AND Mom butt in those! People! I thought we were friends! I'm burning those shorts. Or, at the very least, throwing them to the WAY BACK part of my closet and only pulling them out when I have nothing else to wear and it's 157 degrees with 200% humidity. You know, when it's so stinkin' hot I don't care how my butt looks because I'll be inside sitting directly in front of the air conditioner on my ugly Mom butt.

kikoi 2 from The Beaver Bunch on Vimeo.

Onto the 3rd video, if we must...

Please note that the cameraman told me to bend over like that to show how the baby is securely in place. But, I'm sure Michael Jackson had a grand excuse as well for his baby dangling mishap, so let's just move right along...

The ugly face. Clearly my desire to help is only nullified by me plastering an ugly face all over the interweb. Glad I'm not one bit concerned with myself. Too bad the still frame of video 2 just shot the water out of my ugly face theory.

kikoi 3 from The Beaver Bunch on Vimeo.

Finally, for those of you who this video actually applies to, it would be good to note that I don't untie my kikoi between uses. This makes it available more quickly when I need it and I also think it helps to stretch the fabric and gives you a little bit of extra room that I find so helpful. I know with my green kikoi it feels a lot more relaxed.

Anyway, hope this helped you gals. And for those of you who have never had a kikoi, well, I hope you'll tell me next time I have on Mom shorts. You owe it to me.

Winner

Remember this post? You know, the one that made me famous? Heh. Yeah, I'll admit I almost forgot about awarding a winner. I went back and forth, back and forth over whether to be lazy and award someone with stupid, useless Beaver points (which, I mean SOUNDS cool) or to award someone with an ACTUAL prize.

I chose a prize. I mean, if you like what I'm giving away, it's a PRIZE. Otherwise, use it as a coaster.

Annnyway..... (insert drumroll)

The lucky winner is the 8rd (chuckle, chuckle) commenter which was The Bannister Family! Congrats Bannisters! I'll be giving you a copy of David Platt's new book Radical: Taking Back Your Faith From The American Dream.

You can see my original post of Elizabeth's messed up birthday cake by clicking here.

And, as for clarification on the "fixed" version of the cake...if my memory serves me correctly (which most times my memory does not serve me at all, much less correctly so take this as you will)...

Almost 4 years ago, when I ordered this cake, I stood beside the lady as she wrote out our cake order. On her scratch pad she wrote, "Happy 2rd Birthday Elizabeth."

To which I said, "Don't you mean second?"

In turn, she scribbled out the entire "2rd" and wrote something, undecipherable, above it. Yes, I should have asked for further clarification. No, I didn't. Clearly.

And, just for the record, when I write "2rd," in my head, I hear the word "terd."

Poop is inevitable when you read my posts, people. Even when I talk about cake. Deal with it. I do do.

Happy Birthday Aaron!

Two. Two years ago yesterday our lives changed forever. As we went about our normal day, just minutes down the road our sweet boy was taking his first breaths, unbeknown to us. Yes, our lives changed that very day even though we had no clue they were changing.

How we thank God for Aaron's life. As a step of obedience to God's calling on our life, we chose to pursue foster care for our family. Aaron (and his little sister Olivia) are God's greatest rewards for our choice of obedience. And even though somedays life with two toddlers (and 4 other kids) is chaotic and a struggle, we wouldn't have it any other way.

Aaron,

At two years old you are a fiercely independent little man. You prefer to play alone most of the time even though you want to know what everyone else is doing. You like all starchy foods and defy most everything else put on your plate. You have the sweetest laugh and your chuckles tend to get everyone else vying for your attention to see who can cause the most belly laughs in a row.

You love to climb on anything that will allow you. You live to ride on our battery powered cars for hours on end. You love all things to do with animals, especially fish. You are sweet on your littlest sister and love to give her kisses over and over and over again. You can jump and get both of your chubby little feet completely off the floor and you adore wearing shoes, particularly your boots. And, you continue to give the best, most snuggly hugs of anyone.

We love you so much sweet Aaron boy. And though your independence and strong determination continually challenge us as parents, we can't imagine our family without you. We pray that God will use your story of adoption and redemption for His glory. We pray that your life is devoted to Christ and you love Him with the fierceness and determination that you live the rest of your life. I love you so much sweet boy, so much more than my words on a page could ever express.

With all my heart,

Mommy

Das Not Funny! Friday: With some photo goodness

After a couple of weeks off, Das Not Funny! Friday is back. I know you all were absolutely on the edge of your seats and, possibly, about to riot.

Try to contain yourselves, okay people?

Hope this gives you a funny fix. You know, if you need one. And, I've thrown in a few photos just because I'm obsessed with Lightroom and I can.

One evening we went over to my parents' house and we were eating dinner on their deck. Olivia will eat just about anything. I started her with one piece of asparagus. Immediately she was requesting more. Adamantly requesting more. Being a typical Mom, I took a stalk or two off of my own plate and forked it onto Olivia's.

Elizabeth, who sat watching me, said "Awwww. You sure are a good Mommy to your children, JESS-I-CA."

Apparently I'm good at teaching them to be dramatic as well.

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Our diaper changing table is on top of our dryer. I know, it's less than ideal but truthfully it works for us. My not so handy becoming more resourceful husband hung up some shelving on either side of the dryer and now it's a perfect little changing area. During one of Ella's diaper changes, she catches a case of the sneezes. And, apparently she wasn't completely empty. As she's in the middle of a sneezing fit I see a quick blur fly from the top of the dryer.

I look down at my stomach and realize what the blur really was. Poop. Ella shot poop all over the front of my shirt with such force that I didn't even see it coming. (Name that movie.)

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You know what I love most about having kids? Their ability to change my mood and often refocus my thoughts. Sometimes that's not so good. But usually, it's a blessing. Case in point...

A week and a half ago we drove to the airport to see off our friends Chris and Lindy, as they returned to Kenya, as well as three fabulous college students who will be interning for them this summer. I was doing well until the very end when my emotions overcame me and I began to cry.

As we drove home the kids are riding in virtual silence as I try to contain loud sobs in the drivers seat. Thinking that my emotions are certainly setting the tone for the car ride I am expecting questions about why I am sad or why Chris and Lindy and the interns are leaving.

Lucas, from the 2nd row, "Mom?"

Me, with a shaky voice, "Yeah Buddy?"

"It's not nice to stare, right?" he asks.

"That's right Buddy," I reply.

"Well, Olivia's staring at me."

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I witnessed the following conversation between my oldest two daughters a few days ago.

Ashlee: "Wizabets, thats a pajama shirt." She points to the shirt Elizabeth is wearing.

Elizabeth: "No it's not."

Ashlee: "Yes it is."

Elizabeth: "No it's not."

A: "Yes it is. Mom, tell Wizabets that she's wearing a pajama shirt."

E: "Well, it may be a pajama shirt, but I'm gonna wear it as a regular shirt today."

A: "Okay. But don't tell anybody because they will make fun of you for wearing pajamas."

That advice came from the same girl who changes INTO her pajamas to go outside to play. I'd say that Elizabeth should take that fashion advice with a grain or 12 of salt.

Y'all have a fabulous weekend!

Obsessed

Recently, I've come to know a little program called Lightroom.


And now, I'm a little obsessed.

PS: This little somebody turns TWO this weekend. TWO YEARS OLD. When did that happen?

Super cool Dad

It takes a cool Dad to play on the slip 'n slide with his kids. It takes an even cooler one to allow his wife to take photos of him on the slip 'n slide and then post them on her blog.

What's that honey? You didn't know I was posting these to my blog?

Hummm...

Oh well.

Thanks, honey, for being a super cool Dad.