Friday, April 30, 2010

A Day in the Park

...or an hour in the park. Because Stella is dainty. And she doesn't really prefer the sun, or the wind, or outdoorsy things. And so she was banished to the stoller. Which she loved. Chloe had an awesome time. She saw dogs playing and said, "do (dog), do, do, arf, arf, arf." But she didn't like the grass. Or walking on the grass. And she wanted me to hold her because she was scared of the grass. (Which I loved more than anything). And it was hot. And I was wearing jeans. And there was a creepy guy that was smoking who was hanging around, and I decided to get away from that creepy, smokey guy. But we had fun. We enjoyed the nature that God created just for us.

Don't you wish you had this kind of joy?

Just to see trees.

I have that kind of joy when I see my babies.

God's perfect creations.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The Follicle Lashley

Chloe had a mullet. Like a major mullet. For the past few weeks my thoughts have been these:
  • It's not really a mullet.
  • Okay, it might be a mullet, but she'll grow into it.
  • Eventually the front of her hair will grow into the same length as the party in the back.
  • Maybe not.
  • I need to get her hair cut.
  • She'll grow into it.
  • If she gets her hair cut, it means that she's growing up and I can't deal with that.
  • Get it cut.
  • I can't.
  • My daughter can totally rock a mullet (much like her dad and uncles did back in the day...but they did it by choice. She doesn't have a choice.)
Hair Inspired by: Andre Agassi, The Glory/Mullet Years

Anyway, I pulled myself together, took her to a kid salon (that was really, really yellow), and did away with the mullet.

First haircut. In pictures. And yes, I might have shed a little tear with each snip.

Pretty darn cute, if you ask me. What, you didn't ask? Well I'm telling you anyway.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

A Big, Big Day

After months and months and months and months of practice, Chloe is walking! Such a big milestone!

Now if we could get this girl some teeth...

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

7:45 AM

There's nothing like waking up to a happy, cooing baby in the morning. It sure does beat shooting out of bed to the sound of blood-curdling cries coming from the next room. Did I mention that I got to sleep in until 7:45 AM?

I never thought I'd see the day when waking up before 10:00 AM would be considered sleeping in.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

What a difference 11 months makes

Chloe: May 2009

Stella: April 2010

New baby. New town.

Same chunky arms.

I love these girls.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Toddler Training

I love Chloe. Love, love, love her. She has a zest for life that is infectious. She is funny, engaging, spirited, full of energy, independent, sweet as pie and is now a full-fledged toddler.

Nothing can prepare you for a toddler.

The instance she turned one, the toddler in her came out.

She goes from this:
Having fun. Playing hard.

To this:
Starting to meltdown.


I haven't seen someone go from laughter to tears so quickly since...well, I don't know when. It's kind of shocking when the meltdown ensues, because for the most part, I have no idea what caused it to happen.

Instead of giving up and caving in, I'm tackling this new phase with a little training on my part. I've been reading parenting books and trying out some new techniques with her. So far so good.

And if it doesn't work, I'm sending her to YaYa's house for Toddler Bootcamp. Which is probably where she'd rather be anyway. Mom, you should expect a little toddling toddler on your doorstep any day now. She might also have her little sister with her. You can never start 'em too early.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Where did my newborn go?

I realized today that Stella looks more like a baby than a newborn. I can't believe how much she has grown! I probably should've realized it when I packed up her newborn clothes, but it just now hit me.

Happy 8 weeks (yesterday)!

I just love this little girl.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

The Beginning

I walked into the girls' room the other morning to get Chloe out of bed, and she looked rather smug. Rather proud. Rather pantless. I did a double take and tried to recall putting her in pants the night before. Yes, there were pants. There must've been pants. I was about 50% sure of it.

So I walked over and she started pointing to her pants that she had taken off at some point during the night.

And then I realized that this is the beginning. The beginning of taking off clothes, taking off diapers, and probably choosing to walk around naked.
Lord, help me now.

Monday, April 5, 2010

I tried. Or at least I intended to try.

I meant to get out the camera and take Easter pictures, but this is all I got.

iPhone pictures at church.

I thought I could get some cute shots when we got home.

But both of the girls puked on their dresses before we made it.
There's always next year.

Thursday, April 1, 2010