When You Were Four

When you were four...

You wanted to marry Daddy.

Your clothes were a major annoyance.

You learned that baby boys aren't so bad, after all.

Your laugh was infectious.

You (still) loved a good mess.

You dreamed of one day being a mama with three girls.

You learned how to be a really good friend and big sister.

You shared your Papa's love of fancy words.

You thanked God for "parades and parade candy and getting parade candy" and asked God to please make Mama's hydrangeas feel better.

Your creative, artistic side really began to shine.

You picked every weed you could find and gave most of them to me.

You started every other sentence with "Pretend that I'm a princess and...."

You sang like no one was listening...

...and danced like no one was watching.

 Oh, what a sweet year!  Now on to five!!

Happy birthday, Brooke!! What a blessing you are to us! :-)

First Day of Preschool!

Both of my big kids are going to preschool this year!!  I can hardly believe it. They are getting so big.  Oh, how I wish I could bottle them up and keep them just like they are today!!

Soup's On!

At long last, it's time for Eli to start eating food.

After six months of nursing (and refusing to take a bottle at all), Eli is officially ready to branch out into the exciting world of mush. That means I can leave the house for more than two hours and know I won't return to a mad baby.  Woot!!

Eli entertained while Daddy prepared the grub.  First, he showed us how to make raspberries.

Next, screaming at the top of his lungs for no reason but because he can.

(The big kids think this is HIGH-larious.)

Okay, on with the show.  Don't be scared.

Well, be a little scared.  Rice cereal. Yuck.

Let the feeding begin.

He liked it...okay...I guess.  He ate a couple of tablespoons, anyway.

  Eating Lesson #1:  Do not make raspberries while eating.

A good daddy knows how to make the "feeding the baby" face.



 



Feeding the baby=entertainment the whole family will enjoy.  Who knew?

Making Room

With baby number one, you're ready. You have the nursery planned to every last detail. Maybe you even have a little mural painted on the wall. You buy one of those bedding sets where you can only use 2 of the 6 pieces (but you don't know that yet). You own at least one of every baby gizmo ever created and things are done weeks and weeks before your due date.

But number three...number three is different. When our number three turned 5 months old, we realized it was time to figure out where the heck to put this kid.

So, a couple of weeks ago we bumped Nate to Brooke's room and Eli took over. I risked waking him to take a few sleeping baby pictures. Aren't sleeping babies the best?

G'night!