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Antics and mischief too.

Nuthin’ but a cell phone.

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Henry got a remote control helicopter for Christmas.

So Andy bought himself one too.  You know, so they could play together.

I tease Andy that he really just wanted a toy (which is true), but I love that the boys bond over these things.

I love seeing their relationship grow as Henry is getting older.

And if you’re wondering, there were a couple of neighbor kids over.  Weekends are a mish mash of kids at various houses.

Also, Jill has no pants on.

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no.

I like that I can put you on the floor, leave the room, and find you in the same place I left you.

I realize Henry and Lucy were walking by 9-10 months, but I was really hoping you’d drink in that last baby gig and take advantage of people carrying you around and bringing you things.

MEMO: Cabooses are supposed to go much slower than this.

Also, you have no wrists.

My sister Diana is pregnant with her first baby.

These are the kinds of encouraging, loving texts I send her.

But really, if her baby looks like a monkey, it’ll be a bummer.  Although, really, we can just shave it.  It’ll be fine.

Uggggghhhhhhh.  I can’t STAND solids.

It’s messy and time consuming and just so much more work than nursing.

But I finally gave in and pureed some carrots.

Yes, I make my own baby food.  I don’t think you are a slacker mom if you buy the little jars.  I’m just cheap and I’m hyper weird about what my kids eat when they are bitty.

By the time they are 2…chicken nuggets, corn dogs, and mac and cheese are fair game.

I make no sense.

Owen haaaaates carrots.

Not only was this first attempt messy…but he spit everything out and GAGGED.  Like, dry heaving gagged.

This boy likes his milk.  I have a feeling this is going to be a battle.

Also, Andy stinks at taking pictures.  Good grief.  Blurry much?

Oh dear friends.

I made a horrible, terrible, no good, very bad mistake this week.

Moon Dough was on clearance at Michaels.  I thought it was some off brand of Play Doh.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Moon Dough is from the devil.

It’s like someone took dryer lint and sidewalk chalk and put it through a food processor.

It’s light and wispy and floats away and makes A GIANT HUGE AWFUL MESS.  One hundred million times worse than Play Doh.

It is impossible to contain.  Impossible to clean up.

And now I have like 8 containers of it.  Deeeaaaaaatttthhhhhhhhh.

How cute is my (other not-pregnant) little sister?

She was going to The Ellen Show and wanted to know what I thought of her outfit.

She is darling.

But now I kinda hate her because IT WAS THE BIRTHDAY SHOW and she got a bunch of rad stuff.

What?  She didn’t take me with her?  Bitter.

Also, remember when I was 19 and thought I was fat?

I want to slap Younger Self.

I thought we had paid our sick dues between Thanksgiving and Christmas.

This poor kid had a fever of 103 all day yesterday.  And a double ear infection.

When she gets sick, she gets siiiiiiicccck.

Monsters, Inc. with our Boo doll was in order.  In the cozy corner spot.

With a gigantically hideous Hello Kitty blanket covering my couch because she has a tendency to lean over and wipe her nose off.  Not on my couch kid.  I don’t care if you’re sick.

Really Owen?  REALLY?

Stop it.  NOW.

Although that little bent toe is just too much cuteness.

But really, knock it off.

And hey…is that Moon Dough on the floor?  Why yes, yes it is.  Like 20 feet from where they were playing with it.


I was feeling really sorry for myself earlier this week (long story…like a blog post…).

I needed some retail therapy and started perusing Amazon.

So I bought myself this stuff.

I don’t have bad skin, but remember how I want to slap Younger Self?

Yeah.  For lots of reasons.

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I'm a mom to four. A wife to one. I believe in story. I love telling you about mine and would love to hear yours. There's really no sense in wasting our suffering and not sharing in each other's joy. We're all in this together...even if it doesn't always feel like it.

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    I just need to say how much I love that yellow coffee table.
    Cassi´s last blog post ..Our time again

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    I love the picture of your guys and their helicopters…it warms my heart. And I love the text to your sister…I could see mine sending me one of those one day. Your new blog header is cute!

    Have a great weekend!!
    Emily´s last blog post ..Insta-Friday #11

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    yay for making your own baby food.

    also, i would love to know your thoughts on the prox cleaner. i have pretty clear skin so i dont NEED it . i am interested if you feel like it was worth the money or if you could have the same skin with some soap and a washcloth.
    elizabeth´s last blog post ..high five for insta-friday

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    I made my own baby food with my first… and I turned him orange. I’m not kidding. The boy was orange! // Have a great week!
    Anne @ anne b. good´s last blog post ..<< my week in review: 1/18-24

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    I agree: Moon dough is of the devil!!!!!! At our house it is now reserved for outside play.

    I’m linking up for the first time. Thanks for having us!
    Steph @ Silver Boxes´s last blog post ..A Simple Valentine Centerpiece

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    You are hilarious! You can always shave the sisters kid.
    Linking up again. How fun!
    melody´s last blog post friday

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    I haven’t linked up in sooo long! Love seeing your busy bee house so much fun
    Pam´s last blog post ..Chicago

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    yikes, looks like Owen is doing little push ups, so cute…and that little toe!!
    melodee@polkadotnotebook´s last blog post ..instafriday

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    That is totally the type of encouraging text I’d send my little sister, ha!

    And sorry Jilly is sick… that stuff is NO FUN!

    Moon Sand. Shoot Me. Nuff said.

    And Owen crawling? Slays me! My plan of attack was to sabotage any “practice” Itty Bit might be doing by scooping him up and carrying him everywhere. It worked well until he woke up on his first birthday and just randomly took 8 steps in a row. Little subvert… :)
    Rachel´s last blog post ..Colorado Part Deux– aww shoot


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