Wordless Wednesday – water baby
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spring break
It’s spring break in northern Michigan. We took the weekend to have a mini “up north” getaway with some good friends. We weren’t basking in the sun with a cabana boy bringing us fruity beverages, but it was nice to get away. It was particularly refreshing to be away from ye ole Internet too so I’m going to extend that a bit this week. Happy spring, lovelies!
Happy 70th Birthday, Grandpa Jon!
The girls had fun celebrating Grandpa Jon’s 70th birthday this week. He makes 70 look like the new 40. Congrats!
cutting work
Lovelies, it feels like just yesterday she was toddling around and learning to drink from a cup and now she cuts with scissors. Time, you continue to boggle me. Sometimes with her left hand, sometimes with her right, snip, snip, snip. Give the little birdie a mess o’ ribbon and some scissors and she’s happy for a long time.
Happy St Patrick’s Day!
Wordless Wednesday – glitter
party animal
You think you’re protecting your child from the pop culture wasteland by not watching TV or subscribing to trashy magazines. But I guess you just can’t protect them from everything. Case in point: Wren is really into pulling her shirt down and making a flashy, strapless “dress,” walking around with a glass of “beer” (apple juice) and saying she’s “going to a fancy party, see ya later.” Wait a second here little lady, I never even get invited to fancy parties or have anything that remotely resembles this “dress,” ouch!
Watch out world, we’ve got ourselves a true party animal.
March toes
March, you are so strange. We arrived home last weekend from the D to about two feet of new snow and today? 60s and sunny. We spent almost the entire afternoon playing outside with bare toes. Phoebe might’ve even acquired some sun kisses on her cheeks, oops! We talked a lot about the garden and what we might want to plant this year. Soon! This year I will not let the rogue plants take over. As much, anyway… More potatoes too. And peas, of course. We’re getting anxious to get some dirt under our nails, can you tell? What are your garden plans, lovelies? Are you anxious too?! I’ll take that as a “yes.”
old hair, new hair
In this Mama’s eyes, Phoebe is in the quintessential baby phase. When I picture a “baby,” I think of this stage from about four to eight months. She’s got the funny comb-over look going on with her hair where the long, fine newborn hair is still hanging on while the new hair is coming in and she’s just beginning to really play with things. And she’s got a movie star smile that never fails to cheer us up. Oh little doll baby, we love you so.
Wordless Wednesday – Great Grandma
