Lucky Thirteen and Counting

AT 18 months-

You dance.   

You jump. 

You climb in and out of your highchair, but thankfully not your crib.

You love to swim and get better at it everyday.

You love to play with Parker.

You love music.

You love Signingtime and all music videos.

You love Charlie!  …a little too much sometimes.

You love to kiss.

You still have stranger danger and cling extra tight when there is somebody you don't know around.

You love to chase and be chased. 

You love the park.  The slide is your favorite.

You say everything Parker does.  Admittedly, he is not the best teacher.

You are a tender heart.  If you get your feelings hurt, we all know it.

You love the car and don't make a peep while we drive.

You love bananas and eggs.

You love Charlie!  A LOT! (It's worth repeating)

You love Sailor.  You are a sweetheart with her.  

You love to read.  Books are a new favorite.  You like books with kids and babies in them.  

You love our morning walks. 

You wear size four diapers, size 12-18  clothes and size four shoes.  You are a tiny little thing.

You HATE having your hair touched, combed, washed, conditioned, greased, looked at, or breathed on.  

You don't like……

I honestly can't think of one thing you don't like.  You are so easy going and chill and happy.  What a breath of fresh air after your older brother.  

I love you Miss Ellie.  You make my heart pitter pat!  

Happy one and a half!

It's hair-do day today.  I have left this hair in an absolute disarray for multiple reasons.  

1-Bronson

2-Brandon loves the "Fro and a Bow" style

3-and most importantly this….

This was December 23rd…. I don't think enough time has passed for either one of us to forget.

It starts out okay.  

She gets a treat.

It helps dull the pain. 

But by the end…

That lollipop isn't doing squat!

Her hair-do is done.  

Totally finished.  

But she is so heartbroken she can hardly pull herself together. 

This is my favorite.  She forces the "cheese" through her tears.  

And then she starts all over again.  

I hate breaking her heart.  

Seems like being a mom (lately) is full of heartache.  

Poor baby!  It's gut wrenching. 

Just looking at this picture is making me re-think the entire thing.  

Maybe daddy is onto something with the whole "fro and a bow" look.  

*Hair-do shots by Shaylee

Don't let this angelic face fool you.

She is full of it!

I don't know how we could live without her craziness!  

I took the little kids up to the new house today to measure windows for curtains.  Eliie enjoyed the wide open space so much, I think we should consider leaving the entire house empty and open a dance studio….  It would be so much cheaper than buying six sofas.  

Welcome back from the world of SICK.

She is still a little rough around the edges, but she is sleeping through the night.

and that is ALL THAT MATTERS!