The last few weeks in pics (the happy moments, anyways!)
When Audrey starts her day, it’s with a rattle of dresser drawers. That’s how we typically know she’s up. She does this because she wants to pick out her OWN clothes, and wants to do it before I can say, “No.” Rather than fighting, I typically let her just wear what she wants, then change her into something more appropriate, if need be, before we go anywhere. It makes for a ton of laundry, but, oh well.
This is what Fiala is typically like. She is SUCH a happy, sweet baby. Yesterday, at the doctors’ office, the doc said, “If I didn’t know better, I’d never guess you were sick!” Because Fiala just cooed and smiled at her so endearingly.
I uploaded pics onto my computer and found that eleven of them were of Puppy Boy. This was a sure sign that my 7yo son, Wesley, had gotten hold of my camera. Puppy Boy is a treasure to Wesley, a gift from my husband four or five years ago. I was mildly scandalized a couple of years back when Wesley said, “I love Puppy Boy down to his balls.” Trying my hardest to keep a straight face, I enquired as to exactly what Wesley meant by this… then, it dawned on me that by “balls” he meant “small plastic pellets,” with which PB is filled.
At Audrey’s party, on Monday, April 6th. Audrey’s there in the middle, inspecting the cutest, hugest Hello Kitty card, ever, from our friend Allison. Allison has two boys, so she went all-out getting girlie stuff for Audrey — a tiara, a pink HK tee, some stickers, plus that giant card, all in the best giftbag ever. The little girl on the right-hand side is named Sedona, and is the most darling, spunky cute girl ever. And, that’s me, on the left, holding Fiala. 😉 My camera is weirding out, plus has never taken good pics at night, and I so did NOT get good pics of Audrey’s party. Oh, well. It was a lovely time anyways.
Me, baking waffles, as taken by Wesley, wearing earrings from Kiva’s shop. I’m trying to figure out if my stomach sticks out that far in real life, or if it’s just the angle of the pic, or what. Ack.
Can you tell, by this being the second post of the day, that I’m just worn out, and spending time sitting at the computer??? Busy days, sick kids… it’ll do that to you. I love, though, looking at pictures, and all the sweet, warm feelings they make rise to the surface…