where i have been

Here and there.

Mostly here:



And here:



And here:



But I'll be there sooner or later. I can promise you that.

about these chickens

I'm guest posting today at Freckles in April. Come visit me.

growing

Little Chichi, I am so super duper in love with you.

Your knock knock jokes,

your sloshy stumach,

your dimples that pull me in for a big smooch,

the way you swing your arms,

your lovely even temperment (we get all types here),

and the way that you always ask for me to sit by you.

Happy happy birthday to you sweet tot.

I'll figure out how to stop munching on you before kindergarten. Maybe.

what can i say?

They distract me.


{she is an official bike rider now}


Something I have been loving lately- these beautiful rose buds made by my very talented little sister.


Naturally, we're related.

is it written all over my face?

Thank you Meleah for being the most amazing second (or first, whatever). And for letting me dance on your rug.

the difference a day makes

Has anybody seen a baby?

Because I've misplaced mine.


Things you really MUST know about NieNie:
She is, of course, very interesting.

She's a leg grabber. Usually when I'm on the phone, have my hands covered in raw chicken, writing a love note to Mr B. And then my pants fall down.

She thinks life is hilarious. No relation to the previous sentence. Because that was not funny.

She has Goofy teeth. Please don't tell me that the gap will eventually close. I will hear not one word of it.


She throws her pacifiers out of her bed. And very quickly becomes seriously offended. "WHO HAD THE AUDACITY!!??"


She has one blond curl. And if she doesn't have a blond curl please shake me "Whats the matter with you? I almost didn't recognize your baby!"

She does great Popeye impersonations:

She loves blueberries. A word of caution new parents, just one word. Ration.

She also loves Mr. B. As much as she loves me. Which is HUGE in our family of estrogen, I mean women.

She makes our world go round.

She's one. Darn it all.

pops

{Pops and I in 1999, with his Thanksgiving feast that I dished out for him.}

Important things to know about my Dad:

He loves me.

Also peanuts and the color yellow.

My baby was born on his birthday.

He cried when I told him.

He leaves messages on my phone all the time.

Sometimes 3, or 9.

And they all begin with "This is your Dad.... Bob."

He has thousands of movies.

He tells very cheesy jokes. {I yam what I yam.}

He lives and breathes for good Blue Grass music.

He thinks I'm funny.

Old Spice smells like him.

My children are the highlight of his day.

He is so endearing.

He has MS.

He struggles.

He's happy.

He's one of my best friends.

{Pops and I.}

Love you Daddy. Happy Birthday.