And if she sees you open the fridge, most likely, she will see the pitls, and because Mama doesn't always give in, she will holler...
"Daaaaddddyyy pitl pees". And he gets her one (or three)
Ha Ha! Here she is with her pitl:
"my pitl (pickle) Mama"
Pitls
If there is one thing my baby loves....it's food.
And if she sees you open the fridge, most likely, she will see the pitls, and because Mama doesn't always give in, she will holler...
"Daaaaddddyyy pitl pees". And he gets her one (or three)
Ha Ha! Here she is with her pitl:
And if she sees you open the fridge, most likely, she will see the pitls, and because Mama doesn't always give in, she will holler...
"Daaaaddddyyy pitl pees". And he gets her one (or three)
Ha Ha! Here she is with her pitl:
Goat lovin'
While I do indeed love my goats, this post isn't quite about that type of lovin'
Thor the love man has been hanging around the barn yard with my sweet girls.
Here he is in all his glory:
He isn't quite a year old yet, and so this was his first time with barn yard dating. I think he enjoyed himself.
Thor the love man has been hanging around the barn yard with my sweet girls.
Here he is in all his glory:
He isn't quite a year old yet, and so this was his first time with barn yard dating. I think he enjoyed himself.
My babies
As in any family with children, one child is always the baby of the family. There may be other names for this position within a family---youngest, last etc, but regardless, one is always the baby.
Unless of course, there are no children in the family, then the husband is the baby, ha ha. Kidding. Sort of.
Moving on.
In our family, our second child was the baby for six years before our new baby moved in. And, I believe, like most families, we wondered how it would be with the new baby knocking the current out of his position and taking over.
Any concern we had was completely unnecessary. Our 6 year old was more than happy to move into the "middle child" roll and has filled the big brother shoes in ways we would have never imagined. He has said more times than countable: how much he loves his sister, how wonderful it is to have a sister, how happy he is we got him a sister.
Here are some pictures, the progression is from the first photos we have of them together, to the last. And it's no exaggeration when I say that of all the photos I have with more than one person in them, I have the most of these two....my babies!!
Unless of course, there are no children in the family, then the husband is the baby, ha ha. Kidding. Sort of.
Moving on.
In our family, our second child was the baby for six years before our new baby moved in. And, I believe, like most families, we wondered how it would be with the new baby knocking the current out of his position and taking over.
Any concern we had was completely unnecessary. Our 6 year old was more than happy to move into the "middle child" roll and has filled the big brother shoes in ways we would have never imagined. He has said more times than countable: how much he loves his sister, how wonderful it is to have a sister, how happy he is we got him a sister.
Here are some pictures, the progression is from the first photos we have of them together, to the last. And it's no exaggeration when I say that of all the photos I have with more than one person in them, I have the most of these two....my babies!!
Photo below, after he "pay in leeps" with her, requires it's own post, those leaves in her hair were a nightmare!
Perfectly organized Mommy moment #91
My boys had a dental appointment today at 2:10 pm
I knew that because I had it written in my planner!
This morning, I wrote two notes. One for each of them. And both stating the time I would be picking them up---1pm. Don't want to be late!
And then I came home and the phone rang.
It was the school. Did I know that the boys had early release today, and school would be letting out at 12:30?
Yeah. I didn't know that.
I knew that because I had it written in my planner!
This morning, I wrote two notes. One for each of them. And both stating the time I would be picking them up---1pm. Don't want to be late!
And then I came home and the phone rang.
It was the school. Did I know that the boys had early release today, and school would be letting out at 12:30?
Yeah. I didn't know that.
Box o' fabulous
So we live in a rural town. And, although we have been to, and travelled through some areas that are a lot less populated than this place that we call home, we still are far away from cute shops and artsy whimsical places that would have me drooling on the perfectly worn wood floors.
This is why I love the internet.
Because then I get to wait for the UPS man to bring me boxes like this:
Containing treasures like this:
Oh how I love you new box of yarn. With all your softness and potential just waiting to hit the bamboo needles!
So that my friends, is how you get this rural town girl to feel giddy!
This is why I love the internet.
Because then I get to wait for the UPS man to bring me boxes like this:
Containing treasures like this:
Oh how I love you new box of yarn. With all your softness and potential just waiting to hit the bamboo needles!
So that my friends, is how you get this rural town girl to feel giddy!
The words she says
On to round two of "Guess what she's saying"
This is another one of those things that she says in a rather demanding way. And no, there isn't a nicer way to put it, she sees, she wants, end of story!
She asks in her two year old way for a bidit.
And points to the bidit.
And if you don't know what she's saying....she will say it again! "BIDIT!!!"
Here she is with her bidit:
She loves her bidits and actually we have had to store them in the cabinet instead of the fruit bowl or she will eat (demand) 3 or 4 of the a day. Or really, as many as she sees in the fruit bowl.
This is another one of those things that she says in a rather demanding way. And no, there isn't a nicer way to put it, she sees, she wants, end of story!
She asks in her two year old way for a bidit.
And points to the bidit.
And if you don't know what she's saying....she will say it again! "BIDIT!!!"
Here she is with her bidit:
She loves her bidits and actually we have had to store them in the cabinet instead of the fruit bowl or she will eat (demand) 3 or 4 of the a day. Or really, as many as she sees in the fruit bowl.
My girl is two
I can't believe that I'm even typing this....my baby is two. (or if you ask her, 13!)
The funny thing is, in the pictures you can see all her requirements for a good nights rest...
And, no, her birthday wasn't today.
Or last week.
Or last month for that matter.
But really. Who's counting.
The family went up to her room when she woke up that morning and we started singing "Happy Birthday" to her, so in the pictures she was acting silly.
Still way cute in my opinion.
"Baby Ann", the doll, "Moon" (passed down from brothers) the Good Night Moon book, "Ba-Ba" the doll face pillow, and "bintie" her blanket.
Halloween (not) fun
For my boys, Halloween was great fun...for me, not so much.
Too much candy=way too much sugar high, which causes me to wish I could just run my nails down a chalkboard.
Top that with a two year old that has a horrid fear of masks of any sort, and big brothers that waited 364 days for the costumes that were on their "must have of this season" list....
Well, anyhoo. The proof is in the pictures. Baby hiding from "sarie masts" in the house.
Too much candy=way too much sugar high, which causes me to wish I could just run my nails down a chalkboard.
Top that with a two year old that has a horrid fear of masks of any sort, and big brothers that waited 364 days for the costumes that were on their "must have of this season" list....
Well, anyhoo. The proof is in the pictures. Baby hiding from "sarie masts" in the house.
Every house should have a Beagle inspector.
And, yes, I was trying to get some semi-cute kids with pumpkins photos, believe it or not, these are the best of them. Lucky day. The dog would not leave! The baby would not look, and on it goes.
gratitude
Starting the week, remembering life's gifts.
16) Light through Autumn leaves
17) Cool, crisp mornings
18) Warm furry friends on the milk stand---a nice place for my hands!
19) Baby toes.
20) Children coming off their trick-or-treat sugar high, tucked snug-as-a-bug in beds, 20 minutes early!
16) Light through Autumn leaves
17) Cool, crisp mornings
18) Warm furry friends on the milk stand---a nice place for my hands!
19) Baby toes.
20) Children coming off their trick-or-treat sugar high, tucked snug-as-a-bug in beds, 20 minutes early!
Amharican
As it goes with most two year olds, learning to speak and having those you're speaking to understand, takes a bit of trial and error. We're learning here. All of us. And we still hear words that we don't quite make out. We like to think it's a combination of Amharic, Ethiopia's primary language, and English...or maybe not and we just flat out can't figure out what she's asking for.
Ahhh, there you have it. See her happy smile? And what's that she's holding!??!?
Fruit snacks!
Well, why don't you give it a shot....
The little girl is saying:
Fute sats.
Didn't understand??
She will tell you again, louder, maybe with a bit of whine!
FUTE SATS!!!!
Ahhh, there you have it. See her happy smile? And what's that she's holding!??!?
Fruit snacks!
fruit thief
Sometimes it's most of the raspberries.
Sometimes it's the bowl of grapes.
Most of the time, the fruit belonged to her from the beginning.
But not this time.
This time, it was mine.
And it was the LAST one.
And it was just the right stage, juicy and yummy and, did I mention, the last one?!?!?
And she stole it from me! Ok, I kind of let her have it, but still.
~I'm not seeing guilt here...it was the last one after all~
A whining post
It's hot. And muggy, which is really just humid and it's that too. And the mosquitos are huge. Think hummingbird size. And there's millions (could be billions, but I lost count at millions) of them. Everywhere.
And my kids are hot. And that makes them whiny.
And my dogs are hot. And although they try to hide it, they too are whiny----
And my kids are hot. And that makes them whiny.
And my dogs are hot. And although they try to hide it, they too are whiny----
SEE!
And yes, there is always a bright side. A glass half full side. A "but it is summer you know" side, but at this minute, I just don't want to see that side as I already mentioned in the title of this post that it's all about the whine! So there.
gratitude
Monday morning~~~~~
everyday, looking for the gifts. that which fills the heart. which brings to mind all that one is grateful for.
11) working computers and the accompanying chargers.
12) the eyes that see the flowers blooming
13) the ears that hear the children laughing
14) raspberry jam from berries grown in one's own backyard
15) front porch chairs and ice in glasses after a long day of work.
everyday, looking for the gifts. that which fills the heart. which brings to mind all that one is grateful for.
11) working computers and the accompanying chargers.
12) the eyes that see the flowers blooming
13) the ears that hear the children laughing
14) raspberry jam from berries grown in one's own backyard
15) front porch chairs and ice in glasses after a long day of work.
Looking for the gifts. Life's bits of happiness, if willing to open up and see.
6) Sunshine and blue ski after weeks of rain.
7) Remembering that the rain (but the sun helps too!) helps the garden grow
8) Our small town Father's Day parade
My boys "escaping" from the jail
9) Peaceful strolls on Sundays.
10) Daddys. His, mine and theirs. And remembering them not only one their special day, but always!
remember when
Last year at this time.....
Good dirt that is.
My garden helper found time to sample the garden goods:
And this year:
Yum! Rhubarb! And she has left the dirt where it belongs (well, mostly!)
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