Well, for some reason blogger isn't letting me post pictures. So those will have to come later.
Tristan and I celebrated our 4th anniversary...very low key since I am so far into this pregnancy and he has major school tests and such coming up.
My little guy celebrated his 2nd birthday. This last year just flew by! He's turning into such an active, fun boy.
I've bagged my 40 before 40 list since most the projects had to wait until spring, and now I don't have the energy or capacity to do most of them. So I've been doing small projects here and there, and I'll say I've gotten done more in tis last week than the while pregnancy. Go me!
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Happy Easter!
It's tradition that we paint our eggs every Easter. They tend to last longer. ;) It's pretty much a guarantee that G will taste test the paint before he uses it. It usually meets his qualifications.
Waiting for my paint to dry.
We also decorated sugar cookies! G was the official sprinkle sprinkler. About time I used the leftover Halloween and birthday sprinkles. What a great color combo!
Monday, April 4, 2011
My Buddy
I never knew a kid who would steal tissues from any store/person or bathroom to fake sneeze at any given moment. And then promptly say "Bess shoe," then wad it up and throw it away. You make me laugh.

I never knew such a young kid who could pronounce 3-syllable words after hearing it only once. "Chuggington," "Magazine" and "lollipop" are my favorite.
I never knew a kid your age who still preferred Gerber baby food pureed vegetables over vegetables in their whole form.

I never knew a kid who would use any item and turn it into a camera and yell, "Cheese! Chakoo," As you pretended to snap a picture.
I never knew a kid who bent as low as possible and slowly walked sideways toward you to snuggle his head into your leg to say sorry.

I love the way you laugh and scream when Daddy and I tickle you until we think you can't handle it and might start crying. Then immediately ask "More! More!"
I love the way you have to be independent, and when I got you out of bed, you cried and climbed back in just to get out on your own. Or when I stood you up you cried and squatted down just to stand back up and exclaim, "I did it!"

I love that after being in the tub, you jump out and bolt through the house yelling, "Nakey boy!" and climb on the couch leaving wet spots all over...every night!
I love that you believe a kiss from me AND Daddy AND yourself can heal anything.

I love that when I come to get you from a nap or in the morning, there are at least 20 books on your bed, and all your cars, and some hangers...every time.

I love that you can build your own train track with your train set and always have to find me to tell my the train is about to go through the tunnel.
I love that you ask me "Okay?" after you trip or fall and don't stop asking/telling me until I respond.

I love that you are so interested in cars and trucks right now and all we need to do is drive down the street and you are enthralled at all the vehicles we can find.

I love that when I push you in the car cart at the store, you stand up through the windshield the whole time yelling "HI!" to all the people.
I love that you ask to go fishing with Daddy everyday even though you end up throwing rocks in the water and playing in the mud.

I love taking you out in the stroller and soon you start asking, "Wok awound, wok awound?" And you are pretty good about staying near me.

You make me laugh and smile every day and I love you for it!
I never knew such a young kid who could pronounce 3-syllable words after hearing it only once. "Chuggington," "Magazine" and "lollipop" are my favorite.
I never knew a kid your age who still preferred Gerber baby food pureed vegetables over vegetables in their whole form.
I never knew a kid who would use any item and turn it into a camera and yell, "Cheese! Chakoo," As you pretended to snap a picture.
I never knew a kid who bent as low as possible and slowly walked sideways toward you to snuggle his head into your leg to say sorry.
I love the way you laugh and scream when Daddy and I tickle you until we think you can't handle it and might start crying. Then immediately ask "More! More!"
I love the way you have to be independent, and when I got you out of bed, you cried and climbed back in just to get out on your own. Or when I stood you up you cried and squatted down just to stand back up and exclaim, "I did it!"
I love that after being in the tub, you jump out and bolt through the house yelling, "Nakey boy!" and climb on the couch leaving wet spots all over...every night!
I love that you believe a kiss from me AND Daddy AND yourself can heal anything.
I love that when I come to get you from a nap or in the morning, there are at least 20 books on your bed, and all your cars, and some hangers...every time.
I love that you can build your own train track with your train set and always have to find me to tell my the train is about to go through the tunnel.
I love that you ask me "Okay?" after you trip or fall and don't stop asking/telling me until I respond.
I love that you are so interested in cars and trucks right now and all we need to do is drive down the street and you are enthralled at all the vehicles we can find.
I love that when I push you in the car cart at the store, you stand up through the windshield the whole time yelling "HI!" to all the people.
I love that you ask to go fishing with Daddy everyday even though you end up throwing rocks in the water and playing in the mud.
I love taking you out in the stroller and soon you start asking, "Wok awound, wok awound?" And you are pretty good about staying near me.
You make me laugh and smile every day and I love you for it!
Bingo Bag Night?
So this might seem kind of strange, but I had a crazy dream last night. I want to see if it would be as fun in real life or if it's a dumb idea that just seemed fun in my sleep.
I got together with a bunch of women to play BINGO. We each brought a purse/backpack/diaper bag/clutch/beach bag/you-name-it bag. Any bag that was in nice condition and she wouldn't mind parting with. As people won at BINGO, their prize was to chose one of the bags to take home. It was fun since we all got a new bag to take home!
I won't mention the rest of my dream since carnival rides on sinking ships don't really make sense.
Anyways, would that be fun to do?
I got together with a bunch of women to play BINGO. We each brought a purse/backpack/diaper bag/clutch/beach bag/you-name-it bag. Any bag that was in nice condition and she wouldn't mind parting with. As people won at BINGO, their prize was to chose one of the bags to take home. It was fun since we all got a new bag to take home!
I won't mention the rest of my dream since carnival rides on sinking ships don't really make sense.
Anyways, would that be fun to do?
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