The husband brought home a shiny new iMac a few weeks back, and no question, it was love at first sight.
Compared to my crappy laptop, this is a thing of beauty.
Of course the kids just want to take pictures of themselves, over and over again.
I’m ok with it.
The husband was at work when he discovered a stick bug outside of his office. He was so excited about showing the kids, he found a box for it and rushed it home.
I thought the 7 year old would shy away from even getting close.
I was wrong.
He was SO excited, he wanted to keep it. Eventually, the seven year old let us put him in our tree. He stood there watching him for a while.
He’s still talking about “his” stick bug.
Of course, the four year old hid in the house the entire time.
It all evens out in the end.
I’m in love with my new iPhone 4.
I think I might love it a little more than my husband.
It’s alright – he knows.
My favorite app right now is Instagram. I’m amazed at some of the amazing photos that I’ve seen taken using this app.
Here are some of my favs this month.
SCARIEST ORNAMENT EVER
THE ROYAL TREE
MY NEW FAVORITE OF THE PRINCESS
LITTLE MAN CONTEMPLATION
CHRISTMAS LIGHT AWE
when my 3 year old sits calmly (and beautifully) for a picture.
a 6 year old boy with a sense of humour than can rival any adult’s.
finding out what fun can be found in a $2 novelty.
watching a little boy just be a boy, down to his core.
two little cousins, “bess fwends” and “pwincesses”.
seeing yourself in your child’s eyes.
a new lovely, perfect, sweet smelling baby niece.
My greatest joy as a mom has been watching my children’s relationship develop as they grow up – they truly adore and enjoy each other’s company. They can easily play with each other’s toys, whether it be super heroes or dolls. They are fun, and funny partners in crime.
My daughter and her cousin were born exactly two weeks apart and it shows: they are inseparable. They adore each other, and would gladly spend every moment together if they could. We can already tell that they’re going to be besties forever.
Its been YEARS since I’ve seen one of those ice cream trucks that drive through the neighborhoods getting peoples’ attention with the that shrill amusement park music. Yesterday, while we were hanging out in our playroom, I noticed one drive past our front window. I couldn’t believe it. I told my kids what it was and we ran for the front door. Unfortunately, it was turning the corner at the end of the street by the time that we got there. The little man started to cry and got very upset. So, I sent my husband out in the car to find the guy and bring him back to our street, while we waited on the front step. A few minutes later, he returned saying that he wouldn’t be coming back to our street. So, I got the kids in the car, and we drove off to find him. The kids were ecstatic. My daughter just kept repeating, “Ice Keem, Ice Keem” over and over, and my son’s face had a perma smile.
It was the most nostalgic thing I’ve experienced in a long time. Waiting in line, in the middle of the street, to get a cone. Once the kids had their cones, I told my hubby to drive the car home, and I would walk with them. It was super hot out, and the ice cream was already starting to melt. It was the funniest walk home. I had to hold my daughter’s hair up into a ponytail because it kept getting ice cream on it. They were giggling while trying to eat as much ice cream as they could while it melted and dripped down their faces and all over their clothes. By the time we got home, my son had a chocolate ice cream goatee, and my daughter’s blue dress, had white ice cream “stripes” all over it.
They were covered from head to toe and beyond thrilled and it was time to jump in the shower. Enjoy the pictures!