This Boy

This Boy eats, sleeps, and dreams baseball. I wonder how long it will last.

Happiness is...

Having someone in house who love-love-loves ribs as much as I do:

Transitions

We moved the crib out of the kids room a few weeks ago. It was quite a bit of work to take it apart with two helpers under foot. They were fascinated by the fact that Burrito's mattress was 'out' of his bed and thus it needed to be made into a slide. Picture one end balanced against Emma's bed and the other on the floor with mad laughter and jumping in between.

After the last panel was taken out to the garage, I looked back into the room, saw the crib's empty footprint and had the tiniest Mom moment. I actually could have been heard saying "We didn't take a picture - lets put the crib back and take one last picture"

To which the boy responded "Seriously?! You are sad about this"

I don't have a baby anymore.

So here's some entertainment for you on just how well the crib-to-toddler-bed transition is going. Don't laugh too loud.

One of the first day's nap time:

One of Burrito's you can't make me go to bed nights:

Sign this Boy up!!

I haven't posted a video before but here goes.

Burrito boy has a huge fascination with baseball. He stops everything he's doing if there is a game on TV, plants himself in front of it and cheers both teams on. He loves throwing the ball around (even in the house - unfortunately). I tried teaching him to heckle the batters at a few of Matthew's baseball games this year but he didn't think it was nice - there's still time.

Frosting on the Cake

Brought to you by Burrito:



It has become increasingly difficult to bathe by myself lately. It takes approximately 2.5 seconds from the time I turn the bath water on until I hear the pitter patter of 1 to 2 sets of little feet on the linoleum floor behind me. And seeing as how it's a heck of lot more pleasant to allow said 1 to 2 sets of feet into the tub with me than have them stand at the tub's edge and cry, whine, or otherwise harass me whilst I try to take my bath I usually just let them in.



Today, it was just Burrito boy. Most days I try to take care of just the shampoo, soap, conditioner basics if I have helpers in the tub. But today HAD to include a shaving of the legs, there was no way around it. So, as nonchalantly as possible (so as not to attract attention), I apply my shaving cream and set to work. Burrito watches for a few seconds, studying the layer of white foam smoothed over my leg. In the quickest of instants he slides his pointer finger across my knee cap collecting a finger-full of white and plops it into his mouth. The finger emerges from his mouth licked clean and a distinct "Mmmmm" follows.



Now I don't know what his basis of comparison is, and I did not confirm his findings, but I highly doubt that the sensitive skin variety of skintimates shaving cream is anywhere near as tasty delicious as say frosting on a cake.

Happy Father's Day

In honor of Father's Day here's my top 10 list of things that remind me of my Dad:



10. pads of butter

9. pecan sandies

8. pecan pie

7. date cake

6. Cherry ice cream

5. cashews

4. quarters with eagles on them

3. Gold Stocks

2. The price of Gasoline

1. "Real Life" Bedtime stories


What's on your list?

This little girl....

Is THREE!!!

Holy smokes. Where has to time gone? It truly doesn't seem like that long ago that The Boy and I were staring at a little pink bundle thinking "what have we got ourselves into?" And while we still might look at each other from across a toy strewn, looks like a bomb exploded kind of room, and think the same thing - I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Em has brought an incredible amount of joy and laughter to our little family and we can't believe she's gotten so big already.

She's already more than 1/2 way to kindergarten and then the next thing I know - she'll be all grown up.

So I made her a dirt cake with worms, let her have a lazy weekend, and fall asleep nestled in my arms on the couch.

Happy Birthday to my little baby girl!