A date with my favorite boy

I took Baby Girl to school today, for an extra day, so Little Man and I could enjoy some time together, just the two of us. We started off at Chick-Fil-A for breakfast and some playground time, then on to Whole Foods for a chocolate chocolate chip cookie, then a trip through his favorite parking garage, and finally home to watch a movie. Lovin' it. :)

Little L (Baby Girl)

Sweet Baby Girl has been up to quite a bit lately. She has turned into such a daddy's girl. When she wakes up and we walk out of her room, she stands at the top of the stairs and yells,

"Daddy? Daddy? I wake up, Daddy!"

He also gets most of her hugs and kisses, and I admit it makes me a jealous. :)

From Baby Girl yesterday: While playing with the Woody doll from Toy Story- the doll has several phrases, one of which is "Reach for the sky!" Well, when the doll said that phrase, Baby Girl repeats it, stretches her arms up as high as she can, then says,

"I can't do it, Mommy. I can't reach the sky."

Also, we have an old-fashioned tin lunch box that we fill with small toys and crayons and take with us when we go out to eat. I opened it up recently and found two forks and two spoons, and they weren't ours. I racked my brain, where did you go eat last, and remembered. Sunday morning brunch with Nana and Pawpaw at IHOP. I also remembered the confusion of the missing silverware once our food arrived at the table. Chuckle. I've saved it and will return it one of these days. :)

Baby Girl is talking lots now. I like how she phrases her name. She always says, "Help the L." or "Carry the L.," "Tickle the L." Cracks us up every time.

She is a happy, energetic girl who loves her momma, daddy, and especially her big brother!

Sweet Baby Girl

Ah Baby Girl, my child who gives me a daily dose of smiles and laughter, as well as making me feel like I could admit myself to the loony bin on most days.

She's so sweet and full of life. She is exuberant about EVERYTHING!

And last night she ate roasted butternut squash like it was candy, shoveling it in her mouth as fast as we could replenish her plate, and who just ate half a zucchini for lunch.

I am amazed.

Hmmm

I just spent an unplanned half an hour washing walls and door. Let's see, mustard, purple popsicle, dried crackers, and lots of unidentifiable stains and morsels.

The kids eat at our kitchen table or the breakfast bar, except for maybe a bowl full of grapes or goldfish.

How???

Story of my life

Wednesday night I got a black eye, a BAD black eye, courtesy of Little Man's hard head. He was being goofy, I wasn't paying attention (didn't realize I needed to) and his head went - BAM!- into my face. Ouch. It rattled my teeth and I heard a "crack." I'm really not sure where that crack came from, unless he broke one of my facial bones, which is entirely possible, but who knows. Anyway, all is well, I'm a bit sore, I look like I've been in a fight, but in the end Little Man is okay and so am I.

So, less than 24 hours after the head banging incident we get a call from a friend of ours. A professional photographer friend. He hasn't taken pictures of us since The Husband and I were engaged, oh, about 7 years ago. Any-ole-how, he asked if he could do a family photo shoot... for a local magazine...ASAP.

I have an impossible to hide, swollen and red cheekbone and now deep purple (a color I didn't even know existed in nature) eye and I get asked to be a a photo shoot for a magazine. Huh. Go figure.

Story of my life. Can't help but laugh at it.

The good news is, I think our friend can wait a week. Surely the black eye and bruised cheek will have healed by then? I only hope I don't fall down on this ice and bust my lip before then. ;)

Protector

So earlier today, Baby Girl was staging a nap mutiny via screaming, crying, and flinging everything in her crib across the room. After several minutes of this, and many attempts by me to calm her down and get her to sleep, Little Man decides to try. He walks into her room, right up to her crib, and says in his sweet little voice, "I'm going to take a nap now, too. I'll be right next door, and I'll leave my door open so I can protect you and keep you safe. I love you."

Melted my heart.

I love that my kids love each other, and are best friends. It was one of my huge worries when I was expecting Baby Girl. "What if they don't get along, what if Little Man hates being a big brother?" Turns out I needn't have worried at all. He is the best big brother I could have imagined. What a lucky Baby Girl.