In, On or Through

Approximately 80% of Lily's daily life is spent in something, on something or climbing through something. She will seek out anything, anywhere to climb into or sit/stand on. This requires a great deal of energy to keep her safe and I pray daily that God protects her. She needs every bit of grace for her fearless little self. Yesterday my heart nearly stopped as I caught her half way through two stair ballisters at my parents house trying to squeeze her way through to a two story fall. Perhaps I should have entitled this post Please Fast and Pray for Our Daughter.

Sweetness

Although currently wrapping up a nap strike, Weston has had some serious sweet moments in the last week or so.

One of the things I never want to forget about him right now is how he has misunderstood the concept of "blowing a kiss". For Weston, it is not about sending a kiss from far away. It is a soft little kiss on the cheek and then he blows in your face. Just typing this, I am laughing out loud picturing his silly grin after he sends a gust of air that blows your hair back. He REALLY thinks this is what blowing a kiss is and it CRACKS me up. I, of course, have not corrected him.

Weston and I spend a great deal of time together. Everyday, all day and occasionally in the middle of the night. Nonetheless, lately when I've gone to the grocery store or out for a run, upon my arrival home he greets me as if we've been apart all day. I hope this means he enjoys my company.

This morning I dressed him in shorts because it is finally warm enough (Hallelujah and thank you Jesus). Apparently he's forgotten what shorts are because he kept pulling on the ends of them saying, "Can we scoot these down a bit?"



Then this afternoon when Kurt got home I quickly changed my clothes for an appointment and was running out the door when Weston yells to me, "Mommy, you look so pretty!" First of all, he doesn't even really use the word "pretty" so I don't know where it came from, and secondly, I was wearing a t-shirt and my hair was in pigtails.

Sweetness.

Sweeping Shapes

Picked this little idea up somewhere I cannot now remember, but it's a keeper if you have a sweeper.

When you have a little pint size helper that wants to assist with sweeping, simply tape a shape on the floor, preferably across the room from where you are sweeping :), and give instructions to sweep any crumbs, dirt, etc. he can find into the shape. In our case, the shape is primarily filled with Cheerios. Which is saying a lot because there's a lot of dirt around here too.


Guaranteed to be fun and keep little feet out of your dust piles.

Lily Lady

I just love this picture of Lily. I am certainly not a good, or even decent, photographer with my little point and shoot camera. But I suppose that's beside the point and purpose of this little blog. The point is that this little girl is adorable and I love her profile and the way her hair curls over her ear and onto her face. I love her little Buddha belly in her pajamas. I love that what she's probably doing in this picture is pinching her Daddy's face because she hasn't quite learned how to be gentle yet. Love. This. Girl.

Piano

Some are more musically inclined while clothed...


Some are not...

B.F.F.

I think we've finally arrived. Arrived at a place where the age gap between our kids is narrowing and you can see how they're becoming friends. They play together, laugh together, chase each other, play peek-a-boo and the like. It is so fun to watch and so fun to daydream about the other things they'll enjoy together as they grow older. Having kids that are close in age can be hard in the beginning, so it's nice to be in a place where you see the fruits of your labor. Not that having them further apart is any easier, each has their own challenges...you know what I mean. And seeing as though I am not currently pregnant like I was when Weston was this age, any kids we have from here on out (or don't) will be further apart. All the more reason to enjoy watching these kiddos do life together...

And I Quote...

Background history: 1. Weston has a really bad diaper rash from the antibiotics he's taking and 2. We've been working on being quiet and still while we're praying.

So, tonight while we are praying with him before bed, he starts:

W: "Dad..."
Us: "Westie, you need to be quiet when Daddy's praying..."
W: "No, Dad, will you pray for my bottom? That it will stop hurting."

Bless his heart. I don't know why, I just loved it. I think its his first genuine, personal prayer request.

Speaking of bottoms...


...I couldn't help it.