Sunday, December 10, 2017

Matching jammies

AHA!
Matching jammies. There you go.


The official 9-month pictures

The nine-month photo shoot DID happen. Several days ago, if I'm being honest, but I just now salvaged a few pictures. I am in love with these jammies, which is why we took pictures in them, and if I had really been thinking, I would have put Lucy in her matching ones. Oh yes, I said it. Matching jammies. It is too cute for words. For now you'll just have to imagine.

This girl NEVER stops moving. And she has two adorable little chicklets for bottom teeth. And the hugest eyes and the hugest cheeks and the hugest grin. So here you go.

High kicks for nine months!

This was the saddest, most under-exposed photo EVER, but was so cute that I did my best to at least make it light enough to see. That smile was for Milo. Two punkins.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Post full of love (and pictures and videos)

Well, I am subconsciously in denial. Which is why I didn't realize it was Emmy's nine-month birthday until dinner time yesterday. Or it could be that our washer is broken and I was trying to haul laundry back and forth across town. You tell me...

But Emmy is nine months old! And Milo is almost seven years old (AHHHHHHH!!!)! And Lucy is just as four and a half as she can be and I love her for it. It's not all peaches and roses around here, but it is so busy and so wonderful and I am so thankful.

And speaking of thankful, meet Gloria.


When I was pregnant with Emmy (and we only toted two little people around everywhere), Nate kept telling me we needed a van. And I, in all my pregnant glory, told him I was absolutely not the van type. I'm obviously too young and cool for all that, right? And then Nate proceeded to remind me that I am EXACTLY the van type and exactly the type of person that van makers are marketing to. I am in my thirties, with three kids (technically two and one on the way at that point), and I haul a lot of kid stuff around with me... It was quite the blow. Then Emmy was born and I couldn't get a van quick enough. Nate surprised me with this beauty a few weeks back and we are literally the happiest little van owners who have ever existed. Seriously. I'm picking other people's kids up for fun these days.

In other news, THESE LITTLE RAYS OF SUNSHINE!

Now that Milo's almost seven, he's clearly growing a beard...
This little dancer is going places. With a suitcase stuffed full of baby dolls. 

Cheeks and eyes for days.


Seriously - could they be any cuter? Note Lucy's gritted teeth. She literally can not handle how much she loves Emmy.

TWINSIES!

This ball pit has made it through three little people now. Well done, manufacturer.
And now this girl! She's learned to clap, LOVES peek-a-boo at all times, and is into everything. Plus she eats table food like a full-grown person (the quantity is impressive) and is so snuggly and delightful. Oh, and because I know this was weighing heavily on you, yes, we can now clip a bow in her hair. Whew.






Monday, November 6, 2017

Lessons from Emmy

Just CHILL!

Time Change + 8 months old.

Oh, friends. The time change is all fun and games until you have children. And then all of a sudden everybody is crying and you'd like to say you don't know why, but the real reason is that everyone was up at 6 a.m. and the poor baby hasn't taken a nap because she's completely thrown off. It's just an hour. Who knew that stinking hour could do so much damage?

This girl. This girl knew, although she couldn't have put it into words. Then again, why use words when your sleepy little face is this expressive?



But enough about my nemesis, Time Change, and on to another milestone. This little nugget turned 8 months old Saturday! I can't even explain to you how delightful she is, and also how teething she is. The teething makes us have completely irrational days, but other than that, she is so precious. She is smiley and snuggly, and completely cracks me up every time I lay her down for a nap or bedtime. As soon as her head hits the mattress, she starts vigorously kicking her legs, waiting for me to attempt to cover her with the blanket (because that blanket isn't staying on for anything). I always have to throw it over her face so she can kick it off with a HUGE grin as I say, "Peekaboo!" We do this a few times, then I tell her I love her and head out. When she's not being a super teether, she just talks and coos until she goes to sleep. When she IS being a super teether, or when the time change (shakes fist) happens, she screams and stands up and makes a nice racket until she literally passes out face-first. Whatever floats your boat, nugget.

And you already knew this, but she crawls everywhere, gets into everything, and stands up on and with everything. But, as previously mentioned, is so delightful and good-natured. She loves to play with Milo and Lucy, and they still hang on her every movement. Their new trick is going in just before I do to wake Emmy up, turning on every musical children's toy in the room, and singing and dancing her awake. She's a good sport, and I usually hear her belly laughing right away.

Also, she loves poking the mole on my chin when she's nursing. I'm not quite sure how I feel about that...

That's life! Now, if you'll excuse me, we are all cranky and off schedule and it's time for a second cup of coffee. Real life, people. But look how cute!




Thursday, November 2, 2017

So...?

Every once in a while, I have to tell you a funny story. This one  just so happens to be about Lucy. She and I were sitting in the living room the other day first thing in the morning. We were quiet, and I could tell Lucy was mulling something over in her mind, but I didn't ask.

She finally asked, "So... where are Bruiser's eyebrows anyway?"

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Mini Triangle Scarf

Would you like a peek at my gorgeous little girl? Be still my heart, Lucy Jane is a vision. I crocheted her a smaller version of a triangle scarf (I have a larger version, for now - please don't anyone ask me for it or you know I will be compelled to give it to you), and she liked that she could swap it between a scarf, a shawl, and something she refers to as a menash that she wears on her head to be a princess. I have no idea where the word came from... but she's been a princess from day one, right?

NOT posing.

Posing

Waiting for the punchline on a knock-knock joke.