I realize I haven’t posted a photo post in a while. Bear with me. Or just scroll doooowwwwn.
There are some words.
On a side note, see that bruise on Preston’s forehead in the above photo? That is not from his recent head-meets-pavement incident. That was two weeks and two head-bumps ago. This kid hits his head so often I’m surprise social services hasn’t been called.
These two are getting their hair cut tomorrow. I am nervous. Not because I don’t trust the hairdresser (Hi, V!), but because this will be Liliana’s first haircut. Kaylie had her first haircut just before starting Kindergarten. My sister and I had our first haircuts in kindergarten. We’re a no-haircut-for-a-long-time kind of people, apparently.
We went to the Farmer’s Market for the first time a couple weeks ago. We love it there. Fresh produce (already!), fresh baking, rubber-bottomed parks, what’s not to love?
We’ve been spending as much time outside as possible. Besides the last couple days of tornado and wind warnings, of course. I throw as many balls as I can onto the trampoline, shut the cage zipper, and let the boys entertain themselves while I garden. It’s quite a perfect set-up, really.
Before I forget, here are a couple links:
7 Days :: 5
7 Days :: 6
At Canadian Family: Sleepover Solutions: 3 Great Ideas for Extra Bedding
We went to a birthday party at an outdoor pool last weekend. It made me miss the outdoor pool behind our apartment building in Regina. I really miss some things about that place.
These two. They are so polite. They say “pees” for everything, but sometimes I DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY WANT. Please what? Please you want a snack? Please you want a drink? Please you want to watch the same Backyardigans episode for the 462nd time? This was all so much easier before they started to talk.
Kesler is a little farther along with the whole talking thing, and last night he tripped and said, “Oh, no! I tripped!” Noah and I cracked up. For the rest of the evening, every once in a while one of us would say, “Oh, no! I tripped!” and then crack up again. I love the age of one. It is so awesome.
Preston’s more of the one-syllable kind of talker. He’ll say “Ba!” for ball (and bath)(and book), “Na” for nap, and “Ma” and “Da!” for the obvious. He’ll stick out his tongue in a kind of gagging fashion and say “Eh!” or “Mah!” if he wants to nurse. Oh, and he says, “Uh oh”. A lot.
The babies nap at the same time, and when one of them wakes up, I try keep him quiet until the other wakes up. Whichever baby is up, I tell him, upon hearing the other one wake, “Let’s go get ____!” That baby runs to the room of the other and bangs on the door until I open it. He runs up to the other one’s sleeping area and is SO EXCITED.
These boys, they are so much fun.
See that bruise on Preston’s forehead? I beat him with a bat. Or, you know, not. He’s a tough cookie, that kid.
The wind yesterday killed one of my giant kale plants, but my zucchinis are blooming!
Liliana spent her quiet time this afternoon writing “signs”. They say NO GUNS and NO BEING MEAN.
Did I mention that we had six kids last night? They did so well. Well, except Preston, but I swear I’ll stop writing about sleep-training him AND ACTUALLY DO IT. Maybe this weekend.
Kaylie is (maybe) having another sleepover tonight, with Paige, who slept over here last night. The girls were picked up a couple hours ago, who knows what’s going on. I’m not worried about it in the least. Summer is here!
Noah and the girls are taking off to Manitoba with Sue this weekend to visit his grandma/Sue’s mom. Preston and I are staying here all by our lonesome. So I planned a sleepover, because, OF COURSE. I’m afraid of the dark, I THOUGHT YOU KNEW THAT.