Libby Has Been Promoted

Libby was finally moved to the toddler room at Mother's Day Out. I was getting really upset because she was the oldest in her class by nine months and I knew she was ready to move on up. I knew part of the hesitation was due to the fact she would be the only girl in the new class and they were afraid she would get ran over. The only thing I was worried about was having to take a nap on the floor. She had never slept anywhere but a crib. But she proved everyone wrong and is just thriving in her new class.

The first couple of days were a little rough and she just cried and cried. She still cries when we walk in but it is truly a little bit of manipulation. As soon as I drop Evan off and head back past her classroom, she has already stopped crying and is playing and laughing.

Here she is practicing nap time...





And here is a picture just because she is such a cutie...

What Are You Talking About???

Last night, Matt was trying to tell me about one of his patients and some of the difficulties she was having. Evan was trying to interrupt but we were ignoring him just so we could finish the conversation. He might not say a word for an hour but the minute Matt and I try to have a conversation, he appears out of nowhere ready to provide his two-cents.

Finally, Evan becomes completely exasperated we are not listening to him. He runs around the coffee table and says, "I don't know what is going on!!! What are you talking about?"

He then starts in with a litany of questions, fired off in rapid succession:

"Who fell?"
"Where did she fall from?"
"Did she trip?"
"Did she get hurt?"
"What did she hurt?"
"Is she going to be ok?"
"Are you going to help her?"

Curious is good...I guess. And I just hope this post is half as funny as Evan was last night.

Pants On The Ground

She looks innocent enough from the front...


but the back view?? A little risque!


And this one is just funny...


~Happy Birthday to Uncle Justin today!!!~

She's On The Loose

This little girl could scoot around on this sweet little ride all day long. Scoot is actually the wrong word for it...she is a speedster.

Matt bought this Radioflyer when Evan was 18 months old but he was too big for it at the get go. But Libby fits it perfectly and loves her very own mode of transportation.

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

Just take a look at this great Valentine's spread the hubby put together for Evan, Libby and me Valentine's morning. We are so, so lucky!!

Just because...

he has such a sweet face.



And also because I am mourning his hair. He decided he wanted it short again. He looks so handsome but so grown up!!! I just want him to stay little forever...

Another Day...

another letter. Today, Evan drew a picture and then told me to listen carefully and write down exactly what he says on the picture. The letter was to his best friend. Here's what it said:

Dear Andrew,

I will come to your house.
I will bless you.

Your friend,
Evan

We mailed it this afternoon.