Embrace the Pig Pile

Have you ever tried to get a little cat nap going on a Saturday morning? 

Did it work?

Clearly you don't have three children.

Pig Pile on Mama!

 

It's sweet really. Wherever I am, that's where Hazel wants to be. And wherever Hazel is, that's where Amos wants to be. And Eli never misses a chance to get that Lego Bible The Story of Christmas book read. I gotta say I'm a little sick of the story of Christmas. In March. After the 900th time. 

I digress.  

I know the day will come when I will beg that little trio for snuggles and they will mock me mercilessly, so I'll skip the nap for now.

Ooooh, Red Hightop Chucks...

When Eli was born the fella's mom began a grand tradition.

She bought him a tiny pair of red hightop chucks.

Then when Amos came, he got the tiny pair, and she got Eli a bigger pair. 

 

And now, I'm sure you're sensing the pattern, Hazel has inherited the tiny pair, Amos the medium pair and Eli has a new (shockingly large) pair of red hightop chucks. 

It's such fun I wrote a song about it...like to hear it? Here it go:

Oooooh, Red Hightop Chucks, 

I lace you up. 

It's time to party. 

It's time to party. 

Sung to the tune of Red Solo Cup - an equally clever little ditty.

Must Consolidate

There's just too much cute.

In order to save your index finger all that scrolling, I consolidated. 

You're welcome.

Dizzy has become somewhat elusive. Four year olds don't have time to pause to get their picture taken, much less collage worthy multiples. I mean come on.

Compliments of the Lazy Blogger.

Mustache Monday

A wee bit o' silliness for your Monday. 

And, as a bonus, I found it on Pintrest, here.  Felt Paci Mustaches...genius.

 And here's where she spit it out.

I hope folks treat you well this Monday, and if they don't, don a mustache. They'll never know it's you.

Almost Famous...

This post is nothing but gratuitous celebration of the wonder that is Famous Amos. 

Gra. Tuitious.

He's just so darn yummy.  There is no. one. sweeter.

See?

I mean, resist that. 

I couldn't do it.

This kid keeps us in stitches. Yes, his "spirit" has gotten him on the hot seat at school, but I wouldn't trade an ounce of that sass that makes him so famously him. I like my men with a dash of mischief, and he's got it in spades. Never lose it Amos. Just try to use it for good.

Mama loves.

Halvsies

We've had lots to celebrate around here. Two, count 'em TWO of our kiddos had half birthdays in February.

If that's not a reason to eat cake, well I don't know what is. 

 

Yes. I let 6 month old Hazel eat cake. I have made cakes for all my babies' 6 month birthdays. When Eli was 6 months I was a first-timer and didn't let him eat his cake. But, as tends to happen, I got a little less...shall we say...cautious, with my subsequent children. Amos and Hazel - I let them eat cake.

 

Amos partied hard with cake and m&ms because his half birthday falls on Leap Day, so he won't see another for 4 years. He practiced blowing out the unlit candle for an adorably long time. 

Two and a half, but at least 3 years awesome.

On Display...

Finally I got some apparatus in place to display the beautiful works of my artistically gifted progeny.

Finally.

See that pink lady up there? That's me with baby Hazey in my belly. Eli drew that last week. I think he thinks there's still one in there.

There's not.

Those are cookies.