High Fashion

You know what I love about four year old girls? Their fashion sense! I have a dear friend whose daughter makes me laugh every Sunday when I see what she’s chosen to wear to church. I’ve often commented to my friend that she ought to keep a camera outside her daughter’s bedroom door and take a picture every day of what she comes out in.

So you can understand my excitement when my daughter left the house looking like this:

For Jenn:

Klassy. That's all I've got to say about that.

Oops.

You'll NEVER guess how this happened:
Man, our carpet is gross. This beautiful embellishment is right inside the front door to greet any visitors to our humble (and getting humbler) home! And to you problem solvers: it is not in a place that can be covered. Trust me, I tried to figure out a way.

All Boy

Right now I'm watching Nathan writhe around on the floor in the throes of death. I have no idea what he's dying of, but there are a popsicle stick sword and and an acorn involved. Also, much moaning and groaning and flailing. It's a slow death. Oops, I guess death is overrated; moving on to piracy.

Nothing To Show For It

This last weekend Brian took a tree out of our side yard. Check out my manly man!

He did have some help. We're all about child labor.

Pay no attention to Brenna's hand up her skirt, hard work gives her a wedgie.

Alas, the work force deserted him. Time to cowboy up.

Oooh. Muscles!

Brian insisted I put this picture in here. Look at those skillz!

I totally underestimated how heavy that thing was. I asked him to hoist it over his head and he looked at me like I was crazy.

Gross. Man sweat.

And nothing to show for all his hard work! But I guess that was the point.

Big Mouth

Isaac is teething... screeching and grabbing everything in sight to gnaw on. Sitting on my lap during Nathan's gymnastics class, Brenna's head was at the perfect level. Each time she came to me, he would lunge for her head and try to gum her.

I told Brenna, "he's trying to eat you!" Oops.

This week we switched to a new class to make our schedule a little easier, and met a whole new group of parents and their little ones, probably a dozen people. It was much tighter in the little room than it was in our old class.

So the other parents were watching and laughing at our little display.

Now that she knows he's hungry, Brenna can solve the problem! She turns to me and yells (to be louder than Isaac), " He wants b**by, mama, he wants b**by! Give him b**by, mama!"

And for the first time, I wondered if I should have chosen a more discreet word for nursing. :)

My Favorite Smell

I love when the lemon trees bloom. Walking by, you might catch a hint of the smell of these blossoms; but in a few days, when they're all open, they fill our yard with the sweetest scent.