Mommy Stands Corrected

Zeke got a sliver in his foot. He took it out himself and told me it was bleeding. I checked it out, then hugged him and kissed his cheek. "I'm afraid that's not where it hurts," he informed me. Here is where the sliver was.


The little one set me straight, as well. Daisy and I were making brownies for a Christmas party. I asked her to keep her fingers out because it was for other people. She then informed me, "We're peoples, too."

The Villian

I love post-Halloween sales! We got both costumes for under $4 total. Zeke's is a ninja. After we got it on he asked, "Do I look villiany?"

"I like Where I Am"

Last night Zeke told me, "I like where I am." I asked him to give me some more details. "When I was a baby and God put me in this world, I'm glad he put me here in this life. I like where I am," he explained. Not only did that fill me with joy that he is happy with his life, but that he knows God is his creator. :)


On a totally separate note, my girly-girl has a bit of tomboy in her. We found an old pair of Zeke's Spiderman tennis shoes in my closet and she wanted to wear them. "These are kinda cool," she admired after they were on. I said yeah, but they're kind of boy. She replied, "But they're kinda cool."

A Curious Halloween

This free digital scrapbooking design made with Smilebox

Fight Club

The kids' newest sport: fight club. They gear up and say, "Let's fight!"
(This particular day they played with their new dry erase markers unsupervised. Coloring the face is not a habit nor is it required for Fight Club.)

"Howdy, Ya'll!"

That's Big Tex, the Paul Bunyun of the Texas State Fair, talk for "Hey, Guys!"
Cheese!
Zekers wanted to do the Fun House, which ended in a slide.
Daisy wasn't about to be left behind, but she needed a little company.
Cotton candy...mmmm.
Carni food...the #1 reason I go to the fair.
Doing a little planting.
Rock climbing.
Ya'll come back now, ya hear!

The American Dream

A home in the suburbs, 2.5 kids, and we are even thinking of getting a dog--we've got it all! Just missing the white picket fence.
My boy and one of his favorite pasttimes: video games.

My girly-girl on a shopping trip with her baby and her purse (of course her cell phone and the baby bottle are in the purse).

And here is the .5 making its presence quite known at negative 4 months, or 24 weeks in medical jargon.