it was a jammy and play-doh kind of day...

guess that's enough explanation for these pictures.  surprisingly, neither one of you tried to eat any...so that's good.

 



your turn...

after endless fights...the crying, the screaming, the gnashing of teeth...i demanded that you, zoey, get a bicycle...it was for mommy's sanity.  even though you are too little for it and cannot make the pedals go round...you had to have it...

 

a princes bike...

 

 

 

mostly it's just a prop for you to sit on in the house...and you STILL want to fight over jackson's bike...

 

PEEK...

 

love your sweet face!!!



movie night...

i have wonderful memories of saturday nights being pizza nights...and we would watch "the muppet show"...true or false?  i'm not sure, but it's what i remember...maybe it was "dukes of hazzard" or "hee haw" ("yee haw"...what was that show called???)...but it was definitely pizza...pizza every saturday.

 

so, we're starting popcorn and a movie...maybe it'll be friday night...maybe it'll be saturday night...doesn't really matter...just a weekly tradition that hopefully you'll remember fondly later in life...

 

our first movie:  the tigger movie.  it was sweet and has become a new favorite.

 

some popcorn was spilled...lucy was happy.

 

 

you mostly sat and watched...you're little...how "into" this can i really expect you to be at this point?



naughty...

exhibit A:

 

 

exhibit B:

 

both courtesy of jackson.  he gets out of bed in the morning and heads to the fridge for a quick bite before coming to wake me up.  (zoey can't get out of her crib yet, but it won't be long before she's leaving her mark on food in the fridge.)

 

naughty.  based on the preponderance of evidence presented above, i rest my case.

in your face...

i can't remember if i've mentioned here on the blog...for recorded history...that we're currently living in alabama...i'll either be repeating myself OR explaining why in the world we're living in an apartment.  after selling our house and starting the building process of a new one, we moved ourselves to alabama to be with daddy as he works on a project.  your favorite place to go is an outdoor shopping area that has a splash pad.  we've spent MANY hot mornings here.  everybody wins.  you play in the water and mommy gets to shop after you're finished. 

 

 

jackson, you will play in the water until your lips are blue...you chin chatters, you have goose bumps all over, your whole body is shaking with cold...and you refuse to get out of the water and dry off.

 



 

a rare glance at the camera with a smile.  click.

 

you two steal other kids' toys...you are the bullies of the splash pad.  to the point that mommy went out and got you buckets of your own...which of course you refuse to share...naughty.

(zoey with buckets that do not belong to her)

 

my favorite is when the sprayers come up and you're not expecting it and it gets you right in the face...it's really funny.

(jackson with a ball that does not belong to him)



more "bi-see-cle" riding...too cute not to post...

okay, they're mostly of zoey not riding a bicycle...they were TAKEN on a bicycle riding day...i just wanted them recorded in the history...

 

 

what?  zoey is sort of looking at the camera?  click.

 

sharing daddy's water...

 

your little back and shoulders make me tear up.  every time.  every time i see them i want to cry a little bit.

 

"bi-see-cle" rider...when did this happen?  when did you get big enough to ride a bicycle?  seeing your little legs pedaling and the pure joy on your face as you ride...this also makes me tear up...

bi-see-cle!!!!!!!!

jackson, you are officially a "bi-see-cle" rider.  for real.  you have begged and begged for a bicycle...you even gave up your sassy to get one...you were SERIOUS about getting a bicycle.  and in the store, you would not be swayed...the thomas the train bicycle was the only one for you.  mommy and daddy thought you should get something bigger with training wheels...an instinct that will later prove to be right on...but we could not refuse you...you were determined.  you got on the thomas bike and rode your little self to the front of the store.  decison made.  done.

 

 

you have quite a bit of endurace riding this little bike...you are able to ride around the apartment complex several times before tiring...

 

tongue out...it helps you turn corners and go faster...

 

sister was mostly happy just running after you, but it won't be long before she's wanting a bike of her own...because she wants to do all that big brother does...

 

there you are, mister...on your first bike...



27 bajillion...

what?  it's september and i haven't updated the blog since...april?  that doesn't sound anything like me...i'm always super prompt with updates and never have to do 27 bajillion entries at one time to get caught up.  now, i will proceed with 27 bajillion entries at one time to get caught up...

 

hard to believe that this picture was taken 4 short months ago...your hair is much longer and this outfit no longer fits you.  stop it.  stop it right now.  i forbid you to get any older or bigger.

 

 

belly, you do not like to have your picture taken...or you like to make it really difficult to get a good one.  you almost always refuse to look at the camera or you refuse to be still for long enough to get a picture that isn't blurry.  you are your mother's daughter...

 

 

i was able to get these by flashing a big, bright light in your face and for some reason you found it amusing...

 

 

this guy...he never refuses a picture of himself...he wants it taken and he wants to see it...i have five hundred pictures of you with this pose and this "cheese" face...and i can't delete even one of them...you're too cute, mister...

 

 

for those reading along with us, i'm going to spread out all of the 27 bajillion posts...so that it looks like i'm keeping up with things...things that happened months ago...but whatever...i'm getting it done.



the thrill of the hunt...

we had an egg hunt at aunt nancy and uncle jim's house with saul, "kota", chloe, and elijah.

jackson, you were all about finding those eggs.  get out of your way.  you were on a mission.

i think you found the most.  because all of the other kids were just looking for the egg with their name on it.  to you, an egg was an egg.

zoey, you were happy with one.  you weren't too fussed about the fact that your basket was empty.

the loot...chocolate.  mmmmmm...

a rare family picture...

little puppy!!!

easter sunday morning...not great pictures...but precious regardless of quality...