Isn't it funny...

...how when you say something won't happen, it does?

Case in point: telling you guys I probably wouldn't be able to post for a while. Well, hot dog, I upload some photos last night during the (only) 90 minutes both children were asleep at the same time, so here's our life lately in photos. Not too motivated to type a big story. Most photos are self-explanatory. Enjoy!


Winnie at 6 months old


More solid food adventures (and don't I look awesome!)


I love an errant foot out the crib.


For those of you who don't know, this is what typical 2-year-old feet look like after an afternoon playing outside. Dirty is putting it mildly.


It's always nice to have a reading buddy.


Winnie's hair - mostly baby chick fuzz with a nice sweep of darker comb-over.


Painting our pumpkins with fingerpaint


Six and a half months old - what a goober.

They may be sick and not sleeping well and driving me crazy, but they melt my heart. :)

P.S. Happy Halloween. Ours stunk. Hope yours was good!

M. I. A.

Sorry it's been a while. It'll probably be a little longer, too. The past month hasn't been great. Sleep and health have been poor. My children are sick. A.G.A.I.N. What have I been doing wrong? Jeez, it's frustrating. Especially working on a couple hours of sleep a night.

Bleth.

Lots of firsts!

The last week or so has been filled with a lot of firsts. I'll share the most dramatic first.

Eden got her first hair cut. Now, before I post before and after photos, let me get on my defensive mommy soapbox for a minute (consider yourself warned). Now I understand that I have been blessed with a child with an abundance of hair. I know I am lucky to have a little girl who has always had a LOT of hair. However, the hair had surpassed the pleasant phase to the annoying phase. It would be get caught in her armpits and she couldn't turn her head. It got caught in her mouth and made her gag. It would (warning: grossness ahead) string itself in her poo and hurt coming out. She had to hold it out of her eyes all. the. time. So the pragmatic side of me made a decision (with Kevin's blessing) to cut it all off. I was completely torn between keeping my child's beautiful hair in cute pigtails and admiring the natural curls (which I don't think about a lot right now because it still makes me want to cry) and allowing my child to live life without being obstructed by her hair. It was just too much hair for a toddler. So I took her to get it cut off. I'm still very sensitive about this because all I hear is "I can't believe you cut it off! It was so beautiful!" I know that, people! It was painful to watch it get cut, but life has been so much easier without it. So I guess if you don't mind me borrowing a lesson from Thumper's mother, if you don't have something nice (or supportive) to say (i.e. "It's so cute short!"), then don't say anything at all (i.e....*crickets chirping*...).

Thank you. My apologies for my ranting. And now I will proceed.

Before her hair cut:



After:



And now for some more firsts:

Eden went to the dentist for the first time. She was fine till the dentist wanted to look in her mouth. Then when he was done, she was fine again. Ah, the magic of balloons and stickers.


Winnie ate solids - on purpose - for the first time (Eden's feeding her crackers, bread, and peanut butter don't count in my book). She had mashed banana.


She wasn't a big fan.




Eden got her first tricycle ($10 from a consignment sale - woohoo!). She doesn't quite understand the pedaling and steering yet but she loves her "bi-see-cle."




Last but not least, Winnie sat up unassisted.


Then she fell over. Then today she pulled herself up unassisted. I swear tomorrow she's going to start walking.

In other current events, we went to the fair (don't you love how well my children are posing for the photo?):


We went to the pumpkin patch:


And Eden started learning early about the importance of breastfeeding:


Yes, that's Eden with my breast pump.

And finally, because I couldn't pass it up, I have to show you this sign we saw at the fair. Yes, Alabama strikes again.



Do Not Inter.

Don't worry, Alabama. I don't really want to anyway.

Our House is a Very Very Very Fine House

My children are growing.

Yesterday Winnie was born...wasn't it yesterday?

(That's peanut butter graham crackers - yes, you read that right - on her cheek next to the dog toy rope in her mouth. We're very picky about what goes in our 5-month-old's mouth around here.)

My 2-year-old says things like "I likey booby, Momma!" 

Thank you, Eden. I like your boobies, too.

This girl clearly is a thrill seeker. "Gitchoo, Momma? Gitchoo?" (Translation: Run after me!)

Gigantic slide? Scared all the way down, but she'll go on them over and over.

She gets this sense of adventure from her dad.

My kind of adventures are more low key.

A great craft project...a hunt for great shopping bargains...a trip to the carwash...these are my thrills.

Seeing my 5-month-old lay on her back one day then crawl across the floor the next. That's my thrill.

Watching my 2-year-old go pee-pee in the potty after telling me she had to go. That's my thrill. 

Discovering Eden in a preemie-size (yes, preemie) onesie after a nap one day. That's my thrill.

Returning from the laundry room to discover my 2-year-old figured out how to cut her own hair. That's my (very unwanted) thrill.

(To combat the sadness, we took funny pictures using Eden's cut hair. I know, I know. You almost can't handle the amount of excitement in our lives.)

Yes, that's our life.

Thrilling every single minute.

Toodles!