Monday, October 29, 2012

She's My Pumpkin Pie

Yaya grew so many pumpkins, we had to get creative...

so we made Hazel a pair of pumpkin pants. 





 Eli plays toss the owl.



 Our buddy from across the way popped over to check out the fun.
We interpreted her interest as a desire to try out the pumpkin pants.
We were wrong.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Gratuitous Hazel

I'm still on vaca (yay) but I'm cleaning up my photo files and I have found a glut of Hazel photos that are too cute not to post.









 Kissing a frog...








 Ok. I feel better.



Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Big Proud Day

I remember when I posted about when Eli hit this milestone. I couldn't have been prouder of him then and now I'm as proud as can be of sweet baby A.

He wrote his name!

This kid loves letters and is really good at them. He can identify all of them, spell all of our names and knows what words start with what letters.

I credit the foam bathtub letters.

He's been able to write his name with sidewalk chalk for a while but yesterday, with only a few dashes to guide him, he wrote his name. Lots.

Proud Mama!

Monday, October 8, 2012

Big 5

Say it with me. 
One.
Three.
FIVE!

Last week we celebrated Dizzy's 5th Birthday. 
Now we have a one year old, a three year old, and a five year old. 
Whoa.

We partied at Bricks4Kids - a lego building place near us. 

Epic success.
 







While the kids built their motorized windmills, Amos distributed plates. He can't be distracted by activities when cake is on the line. 


After an intense sit-in-a-circle-and-listen instruction period, the kids were paired up to construct motorized windmills. One would be the finder and one would be the builder and they would trade off each step.

Truth be told, I thought it was a little above the preschool level. I was wrong. These guys listened and did exactly as they were instructed and you could practically feel the breeze coming off those tiny windmills!

Eli and Leigh showed those little bricks who was boss.

 Fave.

And, fear not Amos...
 Of course. There was cake.
Year 5 for that little birthday boy and his crown. Mama couldn't be prouder.

One, three, five.
Nice ring to it.