The "pay-gound"

Hey P, you want to walk to the playground?

You talkin' to me?

:)

Had to put this picture of Tuck & I in to prove he does have something from me...

my eyes.

Who knew that taking a picture, of myself with my baby, in the bright sunlight, in my garage, looking like a dork, I would discover that my baby does actually look like me.

Even a little counts...

"Can I cwime this?" 

Me: Yes.

P: Help me mom.

Me: Can you at least ask me?

P: Please?

Still working on our manners...

Seems they come S-L-O-W.

That's okay. 

As long as she says please, that is...

"Look mom, a bawance beam.

I do gy-nastics."

He LOVES this carrier.

I start putting him in it & he gets excited.

It must feel like freedom.

And, I love it too. Its so nice to have 2 hands.

Of course, don't be like me & forget that you have a baby hanging in front of you & whack his head on the car door while getting something out of it, after walking home from the pay-gound.

Seriously. Ice was used afterward.

How do you forget that 18 pounds is hanging off your front?

Whatever. Sorry Tuck.

It was windy.

And she's cute. :)

Almost 3 year olds...

"I can do it by myself."

"Don't catch me mom."

"I do it!"

"Don't catch me!"

Okay, okay. Geez.

He was impressed.

"See, I did it!"

No one was doubting you Miss P.

I snapped a few random pics of her talking.

She talked the WHOLE time we were there.

Makes me smile.

I didn't even have to respond to half of it, she just needed to chat I suppose.

She says the funniest things...

"I'm hangin."

Still talking.

A stop on the walk home to pick some wild flowers.

Still talking.

Miss P, you're so much fun, we can hardly stand it.

So glad you're ours.