a slammin easter

I'd imagine you think you're about to see pics of our boys in their precious freshly-ironed matching outfits, I caution you... that is another post for another day. Though the boys were 100% ADORABLE on Sunday...

Along came Monday.





Who makes this face on the way to the emergency room?
Only to find (4 stitches later) that both ears were also infected.
WHO KNEW? I love this boy. He is one-of-a-kind. TRULY.

it's ok...

you can EAT THEM UP if you want to!

lets play house

My Cohen loves him some play kitchen...
He'll make you a plastic pizza anytime you ask.

Now THIS... he and his mama would BOTH love. Check it out.
Oh the creativity slays me.


If we made him one of these for his very own do you think he'd stop washing his toy socket wrenches in the real dishwasher?

half-birthday

Rett you are the sweetest, most easy-going baby I know.
Happy half-birthday to my baby boy.
I love you!!

Mama

love the one you're with

Because my Co is at his grandparents house this week and I'm missing him like crazy. I'll spend time with little brother and soak it up while I can...

Love the one you're with.
happy wednesday

(I'm aware that's not what this song is about but go with me... the song still puts pep in my step)

we finally got one

a family photo of all four.

what we didn't know was that Rett couldn't concentrate on smiling for the the camera. He was too busy filling his diaper (which had to be changed on the tailgate of my dad's navigator 10 minutes before the bride walked down the aisle).

good times.

You mean MY angel face?

Well it has happened. Enter... the fits.
(disclaimer: do not laugh if you're a mommy of older kids and have problems WAY bigger than me.)

Our kind sweet funny-faced little boy has taken to using physical force to get his way.

throwing himself on the floor • biting • hitting • throwing things

Each afternoon when I pick him up from school I hope there is not the dreaded form to sign that says, "biting child notice." I mean eww, I feel like ducking my head and running out of the classroom in shame. I guess somehow I thought I was immune to such madness. But here we are and it's HARD. We're trying the best we know how and getting advice from those who know better than we do. Still, it's HARD. Oh, how painfully under qualified I am. Thank you God for being a strong tower and for giving me my own mama who says, "he sounds a LOT like his Mommy was" Sorry Co, maybe this just means you're passionate!?! Yeah, that's it. He's PASSIONATE.

But at least I'm not alone today. I don't know Meg personally but I read her blog every day and think she's pretty neat.

Hope your friday is fit-less and fun!