Remember when we went to Sev's birthday party? George loves his buddy Sevrin, and that makes me so happy because Sev's mama just happens to be my very best friend. Rachael and I have been BFFs since we were two years old. We lucked out in having our firstborn babies be so close. Hooray for second generation BFFs!
This was the only picture I took of the two of them looking at the camera and it is really unfortunate. George looks like a freaky freak and Sev looks angry and bored.
Here the boys are from behind, sporting their superhero capes as they climb together.
Sev got tired of his cape, but George wanted to wear his the whole time.
I love these cute pictures of the boys going down the slides together.
Much to Georgie's dismay, Sev did have other friends he needed to socialize with, so George hit the slides solo a few times.
Peachy Baby was there, too, and she loved it. Here she is on a little carousel.
There was this little area for babies that Pearlie loved playing in. Little Blue Eyes.
I love how intently she is studying the blocks in this first picture.
These next two are probably my favorite photos from the day. I love the way the composition turned out with the toy blurred in the foreground and her little eye in focus staring right at me.
Sev gave George one of his giant balloons and I snapped a few pictures of George with it as we walked to the car just for fun.
I like how you can see him through the balloon in this first one.
Remember when George learned how to peel carrots and insisted on peeling them all for our dinner one Sunday? That was fun. And required much patience on my part.
This boy loves carrots. It is the best when we grow them in the garden all summer long, but these store-bought ones do just fine for Georgie.
Remember when Pearl had her very first braid? It was just a silly little one that I did after church one day, but I took pictures to document it nonetheless.
Don't mind that from the waist up my kids look ready for church, but from the waist down they are in their party pants (or lack thereof).
My sweet boy still loves his two "gaygies." ("Gaygies" means "blankies. He has called them that from the time he was first talking and couldn't say "blankies" right, and even though he can say it fine now, the term "gaygies" is here to stay.)
He recently informed me that he especially loves his yellow one because the corners are softer and he can poke them in better. If he loses a gaygie in the night and asks for it he always wants to know which color I am handing him. I can't fool him, either. He knows which one is yellow just by the way the silky corners feel (which is strange because they are exactly the same blanket, just in different colors).
Remember when George and Daddy caught a bitty little snake in the yard? (This was clearly quite some time ago before it was freezing :).)
Remember when George painted monsters by blowing on watered down paint with a straw. Hours of entertainment.
And then he used his fingerprints to paint little people. We added details with a pen later.
Disregard the fact that he is not wearing pants.
When Pearlie woke up from her nap she got to join the party. She was pretty happy just observing as long as she could play with a straw. (This was clearly in her pre-crawling days.)
My squishy babies.
I put Pearl up on G's bed to keep her out of the way for a bit, but George decided to join her. He really loves playing with her.
I love her chubby little hand grabbing his arm.
And lastly, luckily I am not in a contest for the Mother of the Year, because this picture (along with a host of other unimpressive habits) would surely cost me the title. Yes those are the airborne legs of my three-year-old jumping dangerously close to his baby sister to make her laugh. And I let him.
Ah, I feel like I just cleaned out my closet! There are a few more things from the archives, but mostly I can post about current events now. (Like my 5 1/2 hour experience in the ER on Saturday for an MRI that showed me three happily bulging discs in my back and some torn muscles on my sacrum. Yay! We are trying to take it easy around here and let things heal, but that is hard to do when you have an 11 month old baby to haul around. Things have improved drastically from Friday night (Saturday morning, I guess) when we called our dear neighbors at 3 AM to have Martin come over and help John give me a blessing. I couldn't walk or move or bend without collapsing down to try to find a position that would bring relief from the pain. Anyway, I am very hopeful that I'll be back to my normal self again soon. Things are getting better every day.)