sweet fancy moses.

Tonight instead of requesting to be rocked for her two night time songs, she shouted out song requests and danced around the room. She spun circles in her pink pajamas. I still sang and rocked with no child in my lap. She jumped. She channeled Elaine.
What it lacked in calming it made up for in entertainment value.

10 months.

Dear Everett,
I'm sorry she thinks you're a ride-on toy.
I'm sorry I don't have four breasts.

Also, on the 5th you hit 10 months. You've officially been on the outside of me longer than you were inside. It is going so fast.

I couldn't love you more.
Love,
Mama

update: the pits.

The homemade deodorant has been a huge success. It smells a bit like WD-40, which around here is just fine. All of the delicate underarms in our household have been converted to the in house brand.

So this is the summer that I (so far) have made my own deodorant, picked tons of berries, made naturally sweetened frozen jam, grew a fairly impressive garden and managed to keep 2 small children alive. Well done, me.

i think that went well.

I have been thinking about the words I don't say to Claire. How many times throughout the day does she have to hear me gush about the fabulousness of Mister Baby? How often does she hear me compare her brother to a robot (because he never cries, he goes to sleep without a problem, he eats everything, he always smiles). Robot. I decided to practice affirming the girlie. Here's how that went:

Mama: You know what I love? I loved having a baby girl and watching her grow into a big kid. You're so funny and smart and sweet. And you're a great big sister. I love being your mommy.

Claire: I love trucks.

unconditional.

I can't imagine a better babydaddy than this guy. Happy Father's Day, Nate. I love you.

dear claire.

1. On the way home from spending the night with Owen you demanded to be returned to his house. You stated, "You're not my mommy." I may have died a little inside.

2. Later, the same day out of nowhere, you say, "Asparagus makes your pee stink. But only your pee. Not your poop." Thanks.

3. When I asked you what thought would be an appropriate consequence for taking my laptop without permission, you wisely suggested, "a treat."

Never a dull moment, girlie. Three is kicking my butt.
Love,
Mama

PS. Lately, there are more blog pictures of the Mister than you. He is more willing to pose. (He also eats everything I feed him and would never tell me that I'm not his mommy). Somedays he is easier, somedays you are. Both of you are my favorites.

we are the luckiest.

Going away for 28 hours was no easy task. Thanks to gracious friends who let our little ones sleep over for a night so that a very tired mommy and daddy could hang out alone and talk about our kids uninterrupted.