Friday, April 4, 2014
It doesn't get any cuter than this.
I don't care what you say. There is simply nothing more adorable or more peaceful than a baby snuggled up with his blanket.
Only mine isn't a baby anymore, is he? We've thought of Levi as the baby for so long, we totally forgot that he'll be 2 in just a few short months.
But you see, I don't care. He'll be 10 in a few short years, too, and I might not say it aloud so much then, but he'll always be my baby.
I have yet to figure out how to stop this time warp that my kids live in where they seem to grow up at such an accelerated rate. It was only yesterday that my oldest was born, and she'll be 7 this summer. I have no idea how that happened.
I can't seem to stop it, so I'll just go on enjoying every moment.
Especially the sleepy ones.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
For the record, that's the same someone who continues to insist he no longer needs to nap. His reasons range from "I'm not tired" to "I need to play monster trucks" to "I left my worms outside and they'll miss me."
I recall his sister making a similar plea not too long ago.
But actions speak louder than words.
And he's not making a very compelling argument.
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Who wants to wash dishes and go to bed while the sun is still shining when there's all these sandcastles to be built?
Not this family. Not even a little bit.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
First order of business: Remove the debris caused by weakened tree limbs and severe wind storms. Levi was undaunted by limbs more than three times his size. For a one-year-old human, he makes a pretty good beast of burden.
slimy creature. The kids were thrilled with their capture of this rare black salamander. Upon learning that it is a somewhat threatened species, they were happy to return it safely to its home. But not until after they had sufficiently poked and studied it.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Moments like these are the ones I treasure in the midst of the chaos. The ones I snap pictures of so I can remember and look back on a few minutes later, when someone takes someone's favorite crayon and pushes it down the floor vent and "now it's melting and it's ruined!" and someone hid a poopy diaper and we don't know where and a sippy cup of milk has gone missing and "it's okay because we'll find it when it starts to stink, Mommy."
Because before it all fell apart, the bigs had decided to start a reading club in the living room. Abby, noticing Levi wasn't joining in, picked a board book for him ("so he can't rip the pages like he usually does, right Mommy?") and plopped him down to read with them.
"This is my book that Aunt Cathy gave me when I was a baby," she explained to her littlest brother. "But since you're the baby now, it's okay, you can have it. Just don't rip it, okay?"
"Levi, come here," his biggest brother beckoned. "We can do this puzzle."
Floor puzzles don't really hold much interest for the one-year-old yet, so Levi tried to swipe his hat instead.
"No, Levi!" Caleb responded. "Don't touch my hat. You can't be a cowboy until you're four, and you can't have my hat. Uncle Matt will get you a real cowboy hat when you're bigger. But you can have my boots when I'm too big for them."
Levi found a crayon that had not been sacrificed to a floor vent and proceeded to do what he must think the rest of us do with crayons and paper, which is to stab the paper repeatedly and make erratic scribbles everywhere. Jacob, meanwhile, continually reassured Levi about his artwork.
"Levi, that's a really cute purple puppy you're drawing," he would say, looking up only briefly from his own project. "I'll draw you a truck for you to color."
They will never know how much these little random acts of sibling kindness warm my heart.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Levi (19 months) and Jacob (3 years)
Apparently, you're never too old, or too big, to climb up on the changing table and show your brother where his nose is.
Levi (2 months) and Jacob (22 months)
Monday, February 10, 2014
Thursday, February 6, 2014
At least all he did was try to pick his nose with it. This could have been a lot worse.
Next time, he could just save us the trouble, and get a tattoo that reads "I'm the fourth kid. My parents don't pay enough attention to me."
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
"Leave us alone, Mommy," Caleb requested. "We're making preparations."
"For what?" I inquired.
"Preparations for battle," he replied, without hesitation.
This sounds serious. I should let them get back to work.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
The rest of us have kind of mixed feelings about spaghetti night.
In his defense, he does tend to continue stuffing his face and clean most of it up when we let him down from the table. And he's much cuter than a puppy.