overheard

Jonah has been spewing hilarities pretty frequently these days. His cobbled up little sentences keep us laughing and I continue to be amazed by his vocabulary (and a little nervous--I mean, the entire church nursery doesn't need to know everything that is said in the confines of our home...).

Thatcher woke up and was crying. "I will go to Fatch, mom. You stay here. I will go and I will say 'Ssshhhh. Jonah's here.'"

Often he finds something he thinks you might want and brings it to you with a generous "Welcome". I suppose he's expecting a 'thank-you' even though you really didn't want the the half roll of unrolled toliet paper...

I asked him if he wanted to got potty on the big potty. He replied: "Yeah, sure. And I'll have Thomas underwear." (the first part is a lie. he won't go near the thing. I'll be happy if I can get his stubborn little self potty trained by the time he's 4--oh, and I'm happy to oblige the underwear part should we get to that point).

He names (or ask the name of) everything. William and Sam are the pirates of his ship and I am currently the cute little blonde from the duplo grocery set. Oh, and Thatcher is the zoo keeper.

Often conversations look like this with my little wheel and dealer: "No more TV." "How about a little bit?" "No." "Okay, later, right mom? Later?" (and if you say "sure, later" he'll remember. Like reminds you right before he goes to bed and wakes up asking for it).

His denim leg coverings? "Janes." Yeah, I don't know either. But he won't stand to be corrected. I mean, I guess every two year old should have a little southern influence in their vocabulary. Speaking of refusing to be corrected, the donkey is a horse, the angels in the Christmas book are kids, and the pigeons are birds. End. of. discussion.

And for some reason, upstairs, downstairs, etc...they're all "backstairs." (short for "back up/down stairs"??) Is it bad that we've just giving in and started using it too?

And though this one isn't talking yet, he is making us smile.

(please note: 1. the giraffe is clearly his best friend these days 2. jonah crawling under the table at the end--if he's in trouble, avoiding bedtime, or just a little bored, that's his new favorite place.)

a day in the life.

Apart from the diaper changing assembly line and laundry business I run...here's what's been going on around here lately:

We sing our favorite songs (over and over).



We lay around and hold hands...'cus we actually kinda like each other.

(I would say that it's the angle of the picture that makes my 8 week old look this big...but, it's not.)

We lounge a little.

And this one?

Thought he'd start eating apples again.

We shovel the yard. And sing to the squirrels.

Smile while we take baths on the counter.

And generally have a pretty grand time...

happy birthday grandma!

We celebrated a special birthday for a special grandma a couple days ago. And what better way to celebrate than making her watch the boys (kidding. kind of. I mean, she did watch the boys, but...I think she wanted to??), taking her out to dinner, and having an ice cream cake.

back up to the night before:
Jonah and I went to DQ to get an ice cream cake (um...yum) and then promptly came home and threw it down the stairs while I tumbled after it (um...ow). Bruises still working their way to the surface--I'll let you know what the damage looks like. Thankfully, no broken bones (and very thankful it was just the cake and not one of my children...in the moments after the ordeal, I was very distraught at a perfectly good cake upside-down on the basement floor, and then I was very, very distraught at the thought that I could have fallen down holding one of the boys. To which Ben reminded me---You didn't. Yes, but still worth a little freak out, right?).

So what would you do if you were in this situation? I hope you'd cut off the top off, stick the candles in, and eat the mess of a cake...like we did. (Don't worry, Grandma was okay with it...at least, I think so??) It maybe didn't look the best--but it still tasted just. wonderful.

happy 100!

Real bloggers have stellar year end/new year posts. And they also have some big celebration give-a-ways on milestone posts...like 100. Well friends, I consider myself kind of a poser in the blogosphere. Besides some faithful friends and family (you know who you are) my fan base and following isn't exactly, large. I don't always look like I stepped out of the anthropologie catalog, I'm not full of crafty, cooking, or couponing advice (or parenting or decorating...but they didn't have a 'C' and could you tell I was going for alliteration?) and though I like to dabble, professional photographer I am not.
So apart from keeping the grandparents supplied with photos...well, actually that's pretty much the purpose here...to keep the grandparents supplied with photos.

Happy one hundredth post! One hundred pictures from 2011 (how's that for killing two birds with one stone...year end/new year/100th post. Bam.)

two months

{two months}

lots of smiles.

just started laughing (which usually turns to hiccups).
almost 14lbs (90% in weight, height, and head circ.).

survived Christmas (and was a great traveller).

lovin' the new bouncy seat.

loves to lay, kick, and be talked to.

a trooper with the shots. 

most days takes one good afternoon nap and catnaps in a.m. and p.m.

still enamored by his big brother. I'm thinking/hoping/praying they will be best buds.

seems like forever ago that he arrived...and at the same time where has time gone?!

Christmas {part three}

{Over New Years}
Iowa

family photos

While we were in Iowa (post forthcoming) the weather was unseasonably balmy (unfortunately--I prefer cold and snowy). But in the end, it did make for easy travel, a couple outdoor runs, and some pictures. Last year I was more organized and had sent a pre-Christmas "pack clothing in this color family" email (and was ridiculed for it...but then everyone was happy to have a family picture...hmmm). This year, I was less organized and so we scrambled and made do with whatever happened to be in everyones suitcases. Not too bad all things considered...

christmas {part two}

{more Christmas day}

Grandma and Grandpa Cuthbert's