Charlie had his first haircut today! He went to Daddy's barber. The one he's been going to since he was a little boy. So cute!
Sitting so still!
All handsome! So proud!
Monday, September 19, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
9-13-11
never before blogged photos gorgeous Parry Heide photos from our New Orleans trip! I can't believe I never posted these. They are my favorites!
Lily and mama on a REAL steamboat! In New Orleans!
Green Goddess. Amazing six course custom menu in their wine room, served by the chef himself. Amazing amazing night.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
9-11-11
Brown bear, brown bear
What do you see?
Here is sneaky doorway footage of lily reading a bedtime story to charlie.
as all you parents know, the cuteness would have stopped immediately if they knew we were videotaping.
What do you see?
Here is sneaky doorway footage of lily reading a bedtime story to charlie.
as all you parents know, the cuteness would have stopped immediately if they knew we were videotaping.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
9-10-11
Wuhooooo!
I've been making an effort to participate in just about anything charlie says Wuhoo! about. Running around in circles laughing hysterically, taking breaks only to throw our arms in the air and say "WUHOOOOO". Putting all our toy cars in a box until the box is overflowing and then tipping it on the floor, "WUHOOOOO". Jumping up and down and wiggling our butts to that annoying song he loves, "WUHOOOOO!"
Mostly we've been trying to find mommy's awesome due to this blog post from another parent. Because I rarely wake up feeling that awesome. And my kids deserve a mom who thinks she is AWESOME!
you should go read their blog and see the adorable pic of their kid but here is the text of the post.
There was a time when you were five years old,
and you woke up full of awesome.
You knew you were awesome.
You loved yourself.
You thought you were beautiful,
even with missing teeth and messy hair and mismatched socks inside your grubby sneakers.
You loved your body, and the things it could do.
You thought you were strong.
You knew you were smart.
Do you still have it?
The awesome.
Did someone take it from you?
Did you let them?
Did you hand it over, because someone told you weren’t beautiful enough, thin enough, smart enough, good enough?
Why the hell would you listen to them?
Did you consider they might be full of shit?
Wouldn’t that be nuts, to tell my little girl below that in another five or ten years she might hate herself because she doesn’t look like a starving and Photoshopped fashion model?
Or even more bizarre, that she should be sexy over smart, beautiful over bold?
Are you freaking kidding me?
Look at her. She is full of awesome.
You were, once. Maybe you still are. Maybe you are in the process of getting it back.
All I know is that if you aren’t waking up feeling like this about yourself, you are really missing out.
also,
Ive been posting a lot! Make sure you scroll down/click the previous posts thing to go back to see stuff from the last few days.
I've been making an effort to participate in just about anything charlie says Wuhoo! about. Running around in circles laughing hysterically, taking breaks only to throw our arms in the air and say "WUHOOOOO". Putting all our toy cars in a box until the box is overflowing and then tipping it on the floor, "WUHOOOOO". Jumping up and down and wiggling our butts to that annoying song he loves, "WUHOOOOO!"
Mostly we've been trying to find mommy's awesome due to this blog post from another parent. Because I rarely wake up feeling that awesome. And my kids deserve a mom who thinks she is AWESOME!
you should go read their blog and see the adorable pic of their kid but here is the text of the post.
There was a time when you were five years old,
and you woke up full of awesome.
You knew you were awesome.
You loved yourself.
You thought you were beautiful,
even with missing teeth and messy hair and mismatched socks inside your grubby sneakers.
You loved your body, and the things it could do.
You thought you were strong.
You knew you were smart.
Do you still have it?
The awesome.
Did someone take it from you?
Did you let them?
Did you hand it over, because someone told you weren’t beautiful enough, thin enough, smart enough, good enough?
Why the hell would you listen to them?
Did you consider they might be full of shit?
Wouldn’t that be nuts, to tell my little girl below that in another five or ten years she might hate herself because she doesn’t look like a starving and Photoshopped fashion model?
Or even more bizarre, that she should be sexy over smart, beautiful over bold?
Are you freaking kidding me?
Look at her. She is full of awesome.
You were, once. Maybe you still are. Maybe you are in the process of getting it back.
All I know is that if you aren’t waking up feeling like this about yourself, you are really missing out.
also,
Ive been posting a lot! Make sure you scroll down/click the previous posts thing to go back to see stuff from the last few days.
Friday, September 9, 2011
9-9-11
An ode to my little son.
I love this baby boy more than I ever ever ever thought I could. Don't get me wrong, my daughter is a ray of sunshine for the world to see. People write such beautiful things about the joy of little girls, and everything they write is true.
But I bask in the quiet and constant love from my boy.
Mama friends of mine, most of you all have girls and I know when I found out I was having a boy... well I couldn't even say "son". I couldn't think of names I liked. It felt odd. I'm a mama to a little girl! I knew how to do that.. but oh, mamas. Just you wait.
If you are lucky enough to get a glimpse into the world of the little toddler boy....it changes you forever! Funny (Soooo funny!), sweet. Loving and so imaginative. He pretends to betough, trying to be independent and without missing a beat, cuddled back in my arms.
He sees the magic and possibility of the world, and he's taking us all with him on this adventure.
He sees the magic and possibility of the world, and he's taking us all with him on this adventure.
i loooove him!
i love his silly fake pout
his glorious long eyelashes and his crazy hair!
the way his nose crinkles when he makes silly faces
his faint and fading little "stork bite" mark on his forehead. exactly as it was the moment i met him. but disappearing a bit each day, like all the signs of the baby he was.
and it just get better and better every.single.day.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
9-8-11
Toward the end of summer, every year, we get the opportunity to go bask in all that summer means to us at a lovely little cabin in the woods with Dave's parents, sister Anne and her husband Mike. Amazing fun time. This year was extra special because Dave's birthday gift was a daytrip on a party boat (float boat? is there a proper name?)
boat baby!
charlie & papa (do you see how big this boat is! and i'm taking this pic from the middle of the boat! there is another half behind me!)
that's pretty much it, except this lovely picture of me & mike enjoying many margaritas with a baby sleeping in a carrier on my back.
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