Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Good Morning, Sunshine!

One of my very favorite things to do is to go get Ali up in the mornings. As soon as I walk into her room, she sits up and says the first thing that comes to her mind.

"Ali sleep with Matt." (Matt the Monkey is still her closest companion.)

"Ali sitting up!" (she was, in fact, already sitting up.)

"Big booger." (a bit congested that morning.)

"Where did Piggy go?" (Piggy had been lost under the blanket.)

"Ali sleep with cozy blanket." (Just in the last few weeks has she asked to start sleeping with a blanket.)

"Ali had a good nap!" (Yes, baby girl, you certainly did.)

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Some Nights Just Kick Ass

Some nights are hard. Mom and Dad are tired. Kids are cranky. House is a mess. Cats are throwing up.

And some nights just kick ass. Like tonight. First off, we got home, and Ali was giving her baby brother tons of love. So we took the opportunity to get a sibling shot.

Heehee. A true sibling shot. Kinda looks like they're messing with each other a bit, right?

How 'bout this one?

It's okay. I'll pause for the collective "awwwwww."

And then there was the rare opportunity for me to step out from behind the camera and actually be in the pictures myself. Alex did a great job!

And then there's this. My and my kiddos. Gosh they make me ridiculously happy.

Then we let Sam get in a little evening tummy time.

He's so stinking cute.

And then there was this. (Ignore the blithering mommy doing the filming. I was just a wee bit excited.)

I forgot how exciting all these "firsts" are!

So there you have it. Our evening in a nutshell.

It kicked ass.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Big (Sister) Love

Ali and I hit the park this morning while the boys got to sleep in. It was such a nice hour of just the two of us. So often these days I find myself dedicated to Sam, and I miss my little girl somethin' fierce.

We climbed. We slid. We searched the rocks for . . . well, rocks. We climbed to the top of the play scape and then picked up all the rocks on the floor, dropping them over the side by ones and twos and fistfulls.

After handing rocks to Ali to drop for the ump-teenth time, she got up and picked up some rocks for me.

"Here you go, sweet pea," she told me, mimicking my nickname for her.

"Thank you, baby! Are those for me?" I asked, smitten.

"Yes. These rocks for Mommy."

She then reached down and gathered another handful, setting them into a careful pile at her feet.

"These rocks for Ali."

And then another handful, another pile at her feet.

"And these rocks for baby Sammy."

"Aw, that's very nice of you!" I praised her.

She nodded. "These rocks for Ali, these rocks for baby Sammy. That way we both be happy."

And then my heart exploded for the bazillionth time since having kids.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

I'm Not Ready

For this.

My 2-month-old is mobile.

Hold me.