“I’ll call her Yzma”. {gulp} As soon as those words left her {innocent, adorable, 3 year old} little mouth, my involuntary eyebrow-lift and lip-curl occurred simultaneously. I may have snorted a little too. Not because “Yzma” is such a dreadful name or anything {however it will never not conjure up frightening images of a shriveled-up, overly-eye-lashed, evil little woman}, but… Read More
Stop in the Name of Love
Alternately entitled: The Astonishing Empowerment of “Junior Police Officer” Stickers This little lass here adores her daddy. Adores. Her. Daddy. She also happens to be incredibly proud of what her daddy does as a day job. Only, it’s a night job. Which she’s not so much a fan of. On rare occasion, I open the garage door to this awe-inspiring… Read More
About a Boy
This little lad has 9 pearly whites. It’s very possible that tomorrow he’ll have 11 {Lord, please, just bust those suckers through!}. To say that I do not heart teething would be an understatement of apocalyptic proportions. He enjoys sinking all 9 – on regular occasion – into his big sister’s shoulder {much to her chagrin}, his mommy’s toes {only… Read More
Our Little Lady{Bug}
Our daughter is a delightful blend of sweet and sassy, serious and playful, girly-girl and wild-child. Her father is to thank for her wild streak, and now finds himself bombarded daily by her sweet little voice requesting him to “play rough” with her {which usually involves wrestling, tickling, something dangerous while airborne, and more often than not, some “tooting”}. She’s… Read More
A Bug Poem
We found a caterpillar… climbing up a leaf… creeping…reaching… but swiped by a “thief”. Grasp didn’t last, dropped on this lil’ guy. So we found another bug… poor doomed dragonfly. {The end}
Our Air Show Adventure
What do you do to celebrate the 1st birthday of a little boy who’s just beginning to soar? Why…the local air show, of course! My parents joined us as we headed out to the airport. Having never been to anything like this, we had no idea what to expect. Despite missing the pancake breakfast {we had been saving our appetites… Read More
Happy Birthday, Baby Bug!
One year ago today, you entered our lives…precious, beautiful, and a whopping 10 pounds, 6 ounces. Words cannot express the delight we experienced holding you that first day. I couldn’t imagine a better addition to our family. God hand-picked you for us, and us for you. What a brilliant thing, sweet boy. We celebrate the gift your life is to… Read More
The Race is On!
While helping daddy build shelves in the garage, Bug gets the itch to ride wild. And {practically} naked. The solo race commences. And ends. Uneventfully. For racing solo is horribly boring. Enter {half naked} big sister. And they’re off. She’s in the lead… with baby Bug speeding up in the rear. Now this is more… Read More
We Always Knew…
that bugs liked corn. But now we’re certain. This Bug loves corn.
Chalk Therapy
Chalk. Chalk mani. Chalk butt. Chalk love. Chalk naughtiness. Chalk leaf. Chalk legs. Chalk pedi. Chalk show. Chalk envy. Chalk hair. Chalk therapy.
Holy Moment
Cricket loves Jesus. She loves what she understands of Jesus, which doesn’t seem like much at the tender age of 3. But it’s growing everyday as she explores the beauty of nature, learns about the stunning intricacy of the human body {her favorite bone is her patella}, and gets a front row seat in watching God faithfully work out details… Read More
Bug Pop
There is a very good chance that not-so-little Bug here has acquired a taste for frozen hot chocolate on a stick. It’s all over.
