A Message for Daddy

Be Thankful

After all, this could be your house--

(Note to self: Feed Alex more-- look at those scrawny arms!)

Did you know our house also has snakes?! Yup, I was told that this was an anaconda slithering my way (thank you, Diego, for expanding my daughter's vocabulary).

I thought about photoshopping those crumbs out of the carpet, but after I showed you that first picture, I guess it's pointless. Now you know how we really live.

And I certainly couldn't publish a post without a picture (or two) of my cuddle bug. Have I mentioned how cuddly he is? Because he is. Very cuddly.

And for that, I am thankful :)

Still learning & other stuff

I thought I'd try to make a photo collage using my new software, but apparently it doesn't make it onto blogger full-sized. I'm still posting it though, since Daddy misses us and wants to see more pictures. Try clicking on it, maybe it will open up in the normal size.

And as promised... the reason that I sometimes resort to putting Derek in pink socks from Sissy's drawer:
I found 17 discarded socks behind his crib (and a random green ball). Guess he's like his mama and doesn't like sleeping in socked feet.

In other news, Derek has made it painfully obvious that he loves having a mohawk, and doesn't feel nearly as cool when sporting the typical head of hair. Look at that body language...it's screaming "I could be happier!"
And check out his alter-ego "Rebel Toddler"...does he get any happier? If so, his face might crack.

Oh yeah, I'm sexy.

Lastly, Alex is still a bit under the weather, but nothing that a 99-cent Waffle Cone Wednesday couldn't make better :)
See ya next time...

Where Tears and Motrin Flow

That would be my house for the past week. Yes, we are just a bunch of fun around these parts. All I hear is a cacophony of coughs, sneezes, whines, whimpers, and all-out crying. Thank goodness Grandma was here this past weekend to give me some help (read: she watched kids, I went skiing). Not sure what these kids have, but they keep making me think they're all better only to turn around and start all over again. Since it's a tad cruel to take their pictures when the tears are flowing, I'll throw in some shots from the better moments that we've had.

Here is Alex all dolled up for her Valentine's party at preschool. She never lets me forget about how I didn't dress her up for the class Christmas party like the other girls, so I made up for it this time. She was a smidgen overdressed, but don't tell her.

And here's Derek letting you know how he feels about his totally rockin' new hair style.

But the face on Alex in this picture is more in line with what today was like (yes, the boy jammies are still her favorites and I've come to terms with that. Next post I'll fill you in on how my son also wears pink socks).

Derek to the rescue with a little brotherly love.

Well if you'll excuse me now, important things await my attention... like Americal Idol ;)

A Mother's Love

I came to a realization a bit earlier and I just had to share it with you...
I took this picture today of my boy, with whom I am hopelessly in love. He charms me to no end and gives the sweetest neck squeezes and sloppy wet kisses. I think he is the most handsome boy in the world.

And then it hit me that just maybe, when it comes to a mother's love, she might be a bit blinded. Because I can assure you that I was just as charmed by him when I took this picture:

And now I can kind of see what Josh was saying when he used to refer to him as our big, fat, bald little man with no neck.

This & That

Josh is away on a 5-week TDY and has requested frequent bloggie updates so he can see the kiddos. I'm happy to oblige, darling ;) After all, I know I would miss these sweet faces like crazy if I had to leave them behind. The list of things I wouldn't miss is also extensive and starts with Dora the Explorer.




(she must be a mouth breather)

Alex has been missing Josh a lot...this is the conversation we had tonight as I was getting her out of the bath :

me: "I love you baby."

alex: "Why do you love me, is it 'cause I'm your girl?"

me: "Yup, and Daddy loves you too."

alex: "I miss Daddy. I wish he was here every day. 'Cause he's my friend."

***odd sound***

alex: "I made a toot."

And that was the end of that conversation.

In other news, I also bought Photoshop Elements this week, which is a photo-editing software program. I have absolutely no idea how to use it, and it doesn't come with any instructions. So I guess there's going to be a lot of trial and error on my part figuring it out. But I was successful in my endeavor to remove snot and drool from the face of my beloved son. Observe the masterpiece!

Here we are playing peek-a-boo with the curtains. Love the way that you styled your eyebrow using a crusty booger Derek! (You may have to click on the picture to get a full appreciation of the afore-mentioned booger, the snot under his nose, and the drool on his chin)

And voila-- snot free. Though I couldn't really fix the crust in the eyebrow. That would probably require the regular (expensive) version of Photoshop. Or a bath.

Josh, hope this was good for a quick-fix, I'll be back to post more soon!

Buhtball

Buhtball is a favorite activity in our house. It involves the kids, the floor, the daddy, and a football. Alex wasn't able to form the letter F for quite a while (I'm still not sure that she can), so it became affectionately called "buhtball" around here, and poor Derek hasn't got a clue that he's being misled. But he doesn't care anyway, as long as he gets to run and tackle!

First stage of buhtball requires lining up at the wall, socks optional.

Next comes the full speed ahead running at daddy, who tackles them and tries to dislodge the football.

Followed by the fumble recovery.

Occasionally we have personal fouls that occur, causing a delay of game.

But for some reason, they just can't get enough of buhtball.