It's finally warm enough to have kitchen sink baths and there is nothing cuter in the world to me than babies in kitchen sinks.
My peonies are in full bloom.
I love when these shrubs blossom every year-and they smell so good.
Janey loves her little meals. We skipped the whole baby food stage (I always buy a few jars and then it sits in my cabinets untouched) and I waited till she could eat tiny cut up people food around eight months, which is the way all my babies liked to start eating. She doesn't like to be fed by anyone but herself (does anyone? especially when you can't say "yuck" "no more" "stop shoving that into my mouth"?), and she has mastered the pincer grip so away she goes...although I often find a bundle of "missed the mouth" food in the bib pocket, she manages really well.
I just had Janey's photo taken. I've always gone to Target with a coupon and a baby that's around nine months old and asked for plain white background and then ordered a few 8x10's.
Here are all my babies, about the same age. All I know is that Patrick and Janey do look a lot alike, and Andrew...well...that child inherited 100% of his father's genes.
Isaac and Abbey
Matthew and Andrew
Patrick and Janey
Do you think Abbey and Janey look alike? I don't, but I love how they both hold one arm up for balance.
I have a nineteen year old! That's crazy.
Speaking of teenagers...my mom gave this card to Jeff and I loved it. There is such a learning curve that comes with raising teenagers. It's a lovely and maddening age and it takes more work and time and love and patience than any other stage of parenting. It can also be a lot of fun to see teens blossom into really awesome young adults, and I think keeping your eye on the bigger picture is also key to the "fun" word. :)
The annual Memorial Day 5K run. Jeff came in first. He would definitely want me to write that. Last year Matt tapped him on the shoulder as he flew past him, so this year Jeff ran himself into the ground to not let that happen again. And Matt beat Abbey which is a new twist, but only because she played lacrosse this spring instead of crew, where the coach makes them run a gajillion miles every practice, so she wasn't in tip-top shape, or so she says. And yes, Andrew, 9, ran the 5K with a time of 26.30. HELLO! I was nervous about letting him run and Jeff made it clear that if he was going to run with the "big kids" he was going to be on his own.
This is the same boy who came in almost last for all his cross country meets when he was just five years old. He would give high fives to all the spectators and smile the entire race, looking for his fans in the crowd.I don't think he really understood the "race" part back then. And his legs didn't seem to be co-ordinated to bump it up a notch. The next year he improved a tiny bit-he started to notice that a lot of the kids finished before him, and that frustrated him, but he didn't give up, he worked harder. Every year he got a little better, those legs started working a little more gracefully and now in third grade he is an excellent runner. We are so proud of him!