So I Think I Can Dance...

Are you watching So You Think You Can Dance? If you're not you should be. It's so good, and I'm so addicted. It's the American Idol of dance and I love it! Once I get back into fighting weight, just wait..... I'm going to ......still watch it. Ha ha ha!

Grandpa Dad and Grandma Margie are here this weekend. It's nice to have them here. Today I ran errands all by myself while Libby slept. Then, I came home to a happy well rested girl. Tonight my dad and Margie had a black tie event to go to for Rotary. When it was time to leave my dad wanted to give Libby a good bye love. Just as he picked her up I warned him that she was smuggling a turd in her diaper, so this was all the love she got.

Grandma Margie wasn't so fearful, so I was able to snap this one too.

Holls, it was so fun to talk to you today. Way to go on the keeper sturgeon! The girls in the boat always outfish the boys! Here's the belly shot, like a giant boob...

Daddy, check out my outfit. I'm all style points!

Back in Touch

Hey Mo! This was the scene at our house while we were on the phone.

Learning to use a fork is so complex.

Super Cool

Strolling the Park

I realize now after emailing my blog address to so many of you how long it's been since we've been in touch. It was so fun to get your email replies, posts on my blog and addresses to your blogs. I had no idea how many of you are blogging! Boog, I read your whole blog! Rochelle and Lou, Yes, let's get the kids together. Libby has lots of bad habits and some good ones to share with Hadley, McCovey and Lola. Rachel, 12 lbs?....you are the mother of the year! Lea, you and your family are so internationally adventurous, and your babies are beautiful. I'll be looking for tips to raising sisters. Hi Thue, are you still fishing?

Bob

This is Libby loving on Bob. Bob is a baby passed down from Jackson and Marissa to Jamison and Jayden and now he's Libby's. Here's hoping that Bob is good practice for little sister. He seems to end up face down on the floor a lot.

Libby works hard to get the clip buckled on her high chair. A challenge that provides endless fascination...

Life's Changing

Easter Day

Badmitton at Aunt JuJu's House

A February Trip to Mexico

A Chilly Day at the Park

Welcome to our blog! We decided it's time to start blogging as a way to keep up with friends and family and keep you posted on the latest happenings with our busy family.

Things are about to get crazy around here. I'm four weeks away from my June 20th due date, but will be surprised if I make it to 40 weeks! My doctor has assured me that just because Libby was early, Peyton might just hang in there a little longer. So, I'm preparing myself for the possiblity of fat ankles through June.

Libby has grown and changed so fast, that I'm trying to cherish these last few weeks with my "only child". We spend a lot of time in the back yard throwing the ball for Grunny, making mud and splashing through it, reading books and going for walks. We travelled over the mountain last week probably for the last time until number two gets here. We're shooting for having Peyton in our hometown this time, so we can keep Libby's life as routine as possible. Really, it's more about my sanity than anything. When we all sleep, we're all sane. When we don't, we aren't. Simple as that.

Ah Libby. She has totally changed our lives, and there's no doubt her little sister is about to do the same. Her most recent accomplishments include knowing and pointing to all the important landmarks on her face...eyes, ears, nose etc. Incredible I know! Surely, no other child on this planet could identify her chin by 17 months of age. She's also just discovered that her index fingers are the perfect fit for the inside of her nose and likes to go for daily digs. She loves on Grunny hourly. She's fascinated with the buckle on her high chair and trying to buckle it is the one activity that will hold her attention for 20 minutes or more. She adamantly (stubornly) refuses help. She'd brush her teeth 25 times a day if we'd let her ( I know there are worse habits, but c'mon, enough already). And when she gets mad she's prone to spitting. I'm prone to laughing. She has recently experienced time outs (for weilding a golf club at Grunny's head and then mine). And the topper....she plugs her nose when we exclaim P.U! There seem to be a lot of opportunities to exclaim P.U. in our house! That's our girl! We have to think long and hard to remember life before her.