February 11, 2016

Three Year Old

Was this really three years ago?!  I mean, he has kind of looked and acted like he was three for quite awhile, so yeah, I can in a way.  But in another way, I can't believe that tiny baby has grown so much.  But a few weeks ago when I asked Mike if he could believe Charlie was almost three, he said, "Finally.  It's feels like he's been lying about his age for a long time."  Hilariously true.
Back then, we were excited, naturally, for our baby boy to be born.  The older kids couldn't wait for another kid to join the family.  But we had no idea what we were truly waiting for.
We were waiting for Charlie.  He turned out to be just what our family needed.  He fit in perfectly, and added a spark of pure joy to our lives. 
He is funny.  So funny.  He's very sweet, and makes people happy wherever he goes.  He just loves life.  Everything is interesting to him.  He's grateful for the things we do for him.  He is a sweet big brother, and a fun little brother.  His smile lights up the room, and his excitement is infectious. 
We are so glad to have our Charlie boy in our lives.  Happy 3rd Birthday, big guy!
Answers to my questions:
Age:  6....well, almost 3....or 7.
Favorite Color:  ORANGE!!!
How old are you today?:  I like six.  And mushrooms. (marshmallows)
Favorite food:  Ice cream....or cake!
Favorite thing to do:  Play with my orange block with Andrew.  I call him, "Ahhhh-drew!" and he says "What?"  And I say play orange block with me, and he say "Okay."  He loves orange and me.
Favorite Song:  Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

January 10, 2016

Stuff Happened. See Stuff Happening.

It's been a while since I got on here and made a post.  A LOT has been going on.  Here are some random pictures from the last couple of months.
Our new house in Springfield (Emily calls it the little yellow house.)
While packing - Emily is "Super Unicorn Fairy Girl."
Andrew was box head.  The house was a disaster.  Moving is a chore.
Our little bundle of cuteness - here almost 7 months.
We were all worn out.
Lots of love here.
Emily showing me her "fashion."  She said she learned it from Jesus.  ...ok.
Some of us have been very busy getting very big.
Four somebodies working on getting very big.
Christmas was a little crazy this year, but we did manage to still decorate cookies, etc.
Daddy reading The Animals Merry Christmas.
 Henry liked his first Christmas. :)
Sadly, this was the best of the pictures I took of the kids under the Christmas tree.  The best out of probably 20-25.
Stuff.  Crazy life, but happy stuff.

November 14, 2015

Before and After

I wanted to do something different with my hair, but wanted to keep the length, so I decided to get a perm.  It scared me to death, but I thought it would be an adventure if nothing else.
Here I am with my oh-so-lovely rollers in.  There's nothing like sitting there with a solution of what smells like cat urine on your head to make you reconsider your life.
Man I looked good.
And after!
Okay, that wasn't my real before and afters, but it always cracks me up how in the before picture, the person is typically not wearing makeup, is slouching, and just looks miserable. 
It wasn't exactly what I was thinking, but I think I like it.  It's different for sure!

November 11, 2015

It's Lord of the Flies Time

We are moving next week to Springfield.  This is a very emotional move for us, and I'll talk more about that another day, but I've spent my days packing and trying to achieve some level of sanity around here.

Today, it all came crashing down.  The baby was napping, I was in a packing frenzy, and the three oldest were turned into adorable couch potatoes watching Cars.

This lasted awhile, but when the movie finished for the second time, I told them it was time to play quietly.  Panic ensued.  Fights broke out.  And so I did what any good mother would do.  I sent them outside to play.

Sounds great, right?  E and C have somehow abandoned their pants.  I neglected to change any of them out of their pjs.  Charlie is wearing the liner for the dirty laundry hamper on his head saying, "Ghostie!  Ghostie, ghostie, ghostie!"  Emily is screaming.  I can hear drumbeats off in the distance.   They sound like mutiny and the loss of civilization as we know it.

I'm out of boxes, the baby's awake, and the neighbors are probably wondering if these little urchins have a mother.  I guess it's time to rein in the tiny tyrants.