We are headed to Albany to do some second hand shopping. 'Cuz we're all about buy used and save the difference, dontcha know ...(name that family ??)
This is my favorite kind of post to do, because I can just post pictures and throw random thoughts along with them and call it good. It might be noted that I always receive the least amount of comments on these kind of posts, so it's possible that these are not your favorite kinds of posts to read. That's okay, I forgive you. You can toss a few tomatoes at your own computer screen and I won't mind. Just remember I'll be back later with something much more meaningful to say.
Lily loves coffee.
Okay, it's not really coffee, but she thinks it is, and she loves it. Actually, what she loves is the whole experience of going to Coffee Culture where her big sissy works, and getting her own cup with her name on it and a treat in a bag. Yesterday this event took place before church, and little sister marched into the foyer with her (fake) mocha in one hand and cookie in the other, rockin' her peach gladiators like a boss. Sista gots style and culture.
Next on my list of randomness:
...Hayden hates his new bathtub.
He did fine previously with the dunk-in-the-sink method, but going solo in a tubful of bubbles is not his cup of tea. Still, he looks so adorable crying that I am not above telling him to "hold that pout" while I snap a photo for memory sake. I love pouting babies !
...I love happy babies.
I love happy sleeping toddlers cozied up to happy babies.
Happy curious toddlers cozying up to happy breakable babies, not so much.
Lily has suddenly decided she is in love with her baby brother, and as a result I spend every waking moment making sure she is displaying her affection safely. The first time I caught her trying to roll him onto her lap was cute...the third fourth and fifth time I had to rescue him from her precarious grasp, I realized it was a good thing she just now decided she likes him. Apparently those first two months of tolerance on her part were a blessing from God, because I didn't have to keep my eyes glued to Hayden 24/7. Needless to say, I am wishing that old saying about mothers having eyes in the back of their heads was true. As I don't foresee that coming to pass any time soon, I am praying a hedge of protection around the littlest member of our family. Heck, make it a thick cement wall, Lord :)
My girls are beautiful. I look at pictures of them and it just hits me what a gift I've been given. I have eight wonderful sons and three stunning daughters. Eleven kids - wowzers. And the thing is, they just keep getting cuter and cuter with every baby, so why stop now ?
(I will know if you're really reading the words in five, four, three, two....)
okay, you passed the test. I'm not pregnant.
But stay tuned !!!