Sunday, December 25, 2011

even Elf doesn't have days this fun

If you'd like to have a day like Birdie's, it should go something like this:
After playing dress up for a while, settle on a size 12-month swimsuit cover up, and then show off your sweet dance moves.

Spend the next hour wrestling your little brother.

Head to the playground and swing for a while.

Help feed some carrots to baby bro.

Take a bubble bath in the kitchen sink while watching your favorite cartoons.

Do some quick acrobatics before bed:

 If you're ever curious about what we do all day, that's a pretty good summary. Pretty cool.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Thursday, December 15, 2011

"Can I take your order, Sir?"

Birdie and I play pretend all the time with tea parties, princess rescuing, ice cream making, and pet store shopping to name a few. This is "restaurant." She got the idea when she found the jewelry catalog in the recycling bin, and it became her menu. The other patrons are Flopsy and Sweaty Bear, and everyone needed glasses apparently. Love it. 

Saturday, December 3, 2011

He loves to laugh...long and loud and clear.

This boy. Words can't describe how my little heart melts every time I scoop him up. Since he's our last baby, I'm trying extra hard to really cherish every moment I can. This kid is the snuggliest, cuddliest, most smooshable little teddy bear baby that ever existed. Birdie loves it when he wakes up from a nap, because I always ask her if she wants to go see him first. She runs in there and says, "Shh, shh. Birdie's here. Birdie's here, Winston." And then she usually climbs into his crib with him and gives him a kiss...and then proceeds to taste test all of the pacifiers in his crib, and the moment's over. And then when I pick him up, he smiles and squeezes me and holds my neck like we haven't seen each other in months. Sigh. 
This is just a cute little video of him laughing. It's not hyperbole to say that I spend hours every day making him laugh. He thinks it's really funny when I do silly voices. Enjoy!