Help

Here's a good example of why having three kid's is easier that one or two. Alice is always asking me what she can do to help. She's graduated from picking out Mark's outfits to putting them on him as well. She's very patient and careful with the little wiggle worm.

Splish Splash

He's discovered two things:

1. I have hands and feet.

2. When I wiggle them, fun things happen.

Distraction

There are so many things that can distract a driver. I've heard of and/or done some of them myself. Eating, talking on the phone, picking your nose (my husband, not me), putting on make-up, texting, and I've even seen some people read. I know, READING, it just seems crazy to me. My best distraction is this:

This is the view from the drivers seat. I turn to check on the baby and he's staring at me with this sweet smile on his face. I say, "Mark, please? I'm trying to drive here. How can I look at the road when you're looking at me like that?" It doesn't help, he only smiles bigger because I'm talking to him and giving him attention. It's hard to force myself to look away for the sake of safety.

My Guys

He drools so much that I ran out of bibs and had to improvise...I'm talking about the baby, by the way. But when Justin is old I'll be happy to do the same for him.

When these two walk into a room together it's like looking at the same person separated by 34 years. I wish I had a baby picture of my husband so I could put them side by side and really compare the two. They share more that just looks though. They're both happy, even tempered and they love me. Thanks guys!!

Under the Big Top

As a mother, I often feel like a circus when I take the crew out in public..or church, yikes. But living with a bunch of clowns has never been so fun.

Little Projects

With school being cancelled for over a week I've decided to jump back into sewing and crafting. I made some pillowcase dresses a while ago but still have a LARGE pile of pillowcases to be tweaked. Here are two of the many that I made over the last couple of days. The girls wore them to church today.

By the way, the above picture is my new favorite of the the girls.

(They can't keep their eyes open because of the sunshine.)

Haircut

Our little boy was blessed at birth with a luscious head of hair. It makes the ladies and church run their finger through it and the men look upon him with a strange feeling of jealousy. But there is a down side...cutting it. Try to imagine cutting the hair of an infant. They don't sit up, the don't hold still, their slobber attracts all the cut hairs and then they look like they have a beard of hair clippings. I'm always waiting for him to hack up a hairball. I know many moms who don't cut the hair of their babies because it's soft and curly and cute. My mom, my mother-in-law and many more of my friends. I don't think ill of them, but it's not what we want for this little guy...who looks a lot like Julia Child in this picture.

Before

After

Now he looks like he's saying good bye to us and leaving for college. Here's to a bright future for my little man.