Friday, May 21, 2010

My Babes

Just want to say. . .

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That I love these little monkeys.

That's all.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Almost Trashed

This photo, for whatever reason, didn't make the original edited cut from the carnival pictures I took last weekend.

I have no idea why.

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Because I love everything about this picture.

Hope you are having a wonderful week.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Daddy's New Toy

We are getting old and starting to buy things that remind us of our childhood.

Dirck said he bought it for these two.

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But I know better.

He bought this because it makes him feel like that carefree little kid in grade school that would spend hours at his Aunt and Uncle's house playing PacMan and drinking sodas.

Don't we all want to feel like that kid again . . . even if only or a few hours?

Sunday, May 16, 2010

A Day-Maker

What a lovely feeling to get flowers at work.

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Thanks Amy for thinking of me!

Saturday, May 15, 2010

So . . . How's it feel?

We celebrated a birthday today.

My baby - my BABY - is 2 years old. She was a tiny little thing just a short time ago, and I look at her now and wonder when all this happened?

Due to her recent infatuation with cats, I made a little Hello-Kitty cake for her. "MY kitty cake!" she would yell to her brother . . . who only felt compelled to yell the same thing back to her. Now imagine this over and over about 100 times, and you've just spent the past afternoon at our house.

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So, how's it feel to be the big 0-2?

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Guess the thumbs-up is a good indication that she's OK with growing older.


Silliness

I just can't help myself.

I know I've posted some of these images, but feel I need to post a few more.

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These silly kiddos.

God love them!

Friday, May 14, 2010

On Letting Go

Before the rain and wind settled heavily into our area this past weekend, we spent some time enjoying a local carnival.

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I'm amazed at how big my kiddos are getting.

I had a "moment" when they were itching to get on the motorcycle and didn't want me to stand beside them where I may have teared up a bit.

What do you mean you don't want me to stand here? Don't you need me? Aren't you afraid that you may fall off if I'm not here to hold your hand? Are you sure you don' t need me? (all an internal struggle, I promise)

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My boy's ready to go back. Next time he wants to ride the Ferris Wheel.

Next time, he'll be big enough to ride it too.
Next time, I'll keep those thoughts to myself, I promise. :)