No, not twins. Stop asking. SO, it’s a long story. Hang in there with me. My husband, Trent, is a physical therapist at the main hospital in town. I don’t want to use the name to try to maintain some decorum and professionalism. 🙂 He works primarily with kids, but also some adults in anContinue reading “BIG NEWS!”
We have entered a fun new phase in child-development, and that is the world of pretend. Carson is often pretending to be a dog, lion or truck, and he also has a pretend puppy that follows him around (no name announced yet). When he wanted to be superman, we showed him it’s fun to addContinue reading “Make-Believe”
I found out yesterday just how addicted I am to closed captioning. Yes, I’m addicted to having the closed captioning at the bottom of the screen, especially during movies. It started right after Carson was born. When he was napping or nursing or something, we would want to watch a show or movie, but keepContinue reading “Not just for the hearing impaired.”
We finally got our act together and forked over the $3.50 to get play sand for Carson’s sand table (Christmas gift–if you remember.) As you can see, the sand has the ability to make any new toy look like it’s been used for years. Carson took to it right away, even though we were quicklyContinue reading “WE HAVE SAND!”
OK, this is a horribly out-of-focus pic of Baby Jack, but I think it is still pretty funny. This was taken in a room full of five un-potty-trained boys, so we’re not sure who he was smelling.
Trying out Daddy’s snowboard boots and helmet.
I’m quite sure I’ve started feeling the baby move, which is always amazing. The first time was in church, during an especially long prayer. It’s kind of like Phoebe/Phoebo is saying: “Hey…get ready! I’m really in here and I’m coming out eventually!”
Sometimes we snap at each other. Sometimes we nag each other. Sometimes we roll our eyes at each other. Sometimes the little one drives us so crazy we want to scream. Our family is not perfect. But something about this picture reminds me that in our imperfection, we find joy. Three flawed people, loving eachContinue reading “My Perfect”