August Favorite Things

 babysitting all of my daughter's babies

 watching my husband and son together

 being married for four months

 afternoons spent at Sephora and Starbucks

 kitties who lay down anywhere and on anything

 leopard and stilettos

 fleeting glimpses of the baby he used to be

 perfect chaos

 free entertainment

 Narls' first sleep over

 catnaps on the living room floor

like mother (father), like daughter (son)

Dog Days of Summer

This summer has been a little nuts. Clay and I got married. So many of our friends are getting married or have gotten married.  We had Vegas, then Clay was off to Atlantic City for work, and we have upcoming trips to Baltimore and Tucson in the fall... busy, busy.  So we didn't do a family vacation this year. Add in the fact that we have a trip to Disney in the works for next year, and well, you can kinda see why we decided to keep things nice and simple for right now. 

But we still wanted the babies to enjoy their summer before Narls starts pre-k and Em starts early preschool.  So besides camping,

we packed in lots of Chuck E. Cheese,

and trips to the Children's Museum.

We had an adventure at the zoo,

and spent many afternoons making crafts.

Not to mention weekly trips to the library,

and the park.

I think they're enjoying themselves :)

Not a Baby Anymore

My baby isn't a baby anymore.

In fact, she starts early preschool next month.

This calls for new shoes.

Adventures in Thrifting: A New Store!

Completely by accident, I stumbled on a new thrift store. It's amazing. Overflowing with quirky odds and vintage ends.  I found some perfect-condition stuffed Care Bears for the kiddos (they both adore all of the 80s cartoons), a Nine West hobo bag from 1997 (the year I graduated high school. Destiny.), and some vintage Butterfly Gold Pyrex nesting bowls from the 70's. Love! 

Snipping the Sucky, Part II

I can't even begin to explain how easy the past two bedtimes have been for Emerson, even with the absence of her sucky.  Wednesday night Clay put her to sleep, and Thursday night I did, and each time was, well, easy.

She asked for it a couple times during the bedtime routine, and each time we'd hand her the "broken" sucky and she'd laugh about how Snowmeow bit it and then hand it back to us.  Absolutely no tears and not even the smallest bit of whining. 

In fact, she thinks the whole thing is pretty hilarious.

So this morning we took the final step and she threw the broken sucky away. 

Which, you know, is thumbs up all around.

This girl is ah-mazing.  Like, I completely underestimated her.  Now we just gotta start focusing on using the potty and she'll be ready for world domination.