All you need is love

THINGS I LOVE LATELY

I love sharing baths

I love doing this

and seeing little "piggies" sticking through

I love that this guy is being put to work :)

I love the light shining through in the mornings

I love the discovery of feet

What do you love?

Pink

I am going to admit something. I wanted girls. I wanted PINK! I wanted DRESSES! I wanted cute little hair BOWS! I wanted DOLLHOUSES! Well, if you haven't noticed, so far it hasn't worked that way. My days are full of Lightning McQueen, messy hands, trains, tractors, and blue. Blue, blue, blue, and maybe some green or yellow. Where's my pink?

Well, my pink is in those rosy little cheeks after a long bike ride,

the pink scraped up knees from running around the playground.

The pink baby skin

and the pink baby lips.

So sweet.

I guess boys aren't so bad after all :)

And now . . . .

"A new father quickly learns that his child invariably comes to the bathroom at precisely the times when he's in there, as if he needed company. The only way for this father to be certain of bathroom privacy is to shave at the gas station."

I tried so hard to write my post in privacy today - IT NEVER WORKS!!

Have you ever?

Have you ever had a laughing session with your doctor?

You haven't?

Well, I DID today.

We took Andrew to his pediatrician for a checkup. The second the doctor stuck his stethoscope on the baby's chest Andrew started laughing hysterically. Rotated the baby's hips - laughter. Checking the glands - ridiculous giggling. The doctor and I were laughing so hard we ended up with tears streaming down our faces. Let's just say Andrew is a little ticklish. I think we all (including the doctor) left with a smile on our face.

Awwwww . . . . . the little joys in life.

Pouting

Well, Christopher has officially joined the ranks.

Joined the ranks of people that make ME pout like a little child.

Let me explain . . . .

I am terrible at board games and card games. Terrible. I don't know why. I just am. Davin has (since before we were even dating!) beat me at every card game out there.

It is shocking how few times I've won. Grrrrr. Well, Christopher has a new little game.

A simple, Candy Land, Shoots and Ladders, Checkers, Tic Tac Toe kinda game. I thought Hey, I am not taking it easy on this kid. I'm going to WIN this game. Well, we've played it at least 15 times today and I've won MAYBE 2 times. Dead serious.

Help me. Help me, please.

Happy Mother's Day

"A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine, desert us when troubles thicken around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts." --Washington Irving

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers in my life.

My mother -

She is the kindest person I know, has limitless understanding, and is my best friend.

My Grandma Elkins -

She was so beautiful and elegant. EVERYONE she met was mesmerized by her charm and splendor. I know I was. She also had a fabulous sense of humor. I can only hope to attain some of her character.

My Grandma Catmull -

She is my second mother. She loves her family and shows it through her boundless love and unselfishness.

My mother in law - Eva -

In showing love, she is undaunted and overflowing with encouragement. I am grateful to have her in my life and for raising the son that she did.

Happy Mother's Day

Oh the drama!

Today on our walk we heard a woman screaming. She was screaming like a woman who is about to be murdered. "Noooooo! Please leave me alone! Get away from me!" Me and about half the neighborhood came running to her rescue. There she was standing with her little sweet corgy dog. She was terrified. Struggling to save herself and her dog. Here is a picture of the attacker. If you have seen him please call the police immediately:

So, here we all were standing around trying to muffle our laughter as we stared at this poor woman for what seemed like an hour. Finally, I was "brave" enough to approach. I tried to grab the puppy but he was wiggly and licking me all over. I was laughing while the lady yelled. "No honey, you'll get hurt! Let him do it!" She pointed into the crowd. He came forward.




Ya. He looked like this and she thought he was apparently the only one strong enough to ward off her attacker.

So, we both held the dog while she made her get away. She literally picked up her dog and ran. I know her dog was feeling like this:

She ran home. I recieved no "thank you". No appreciation. I guess it's just all in a days work.