Noah hates t-ball but I am a mean mother who already paid for it so he has to go. He's actually pretty decent with the bat and loves running the bases. He also thoroughly enjoys watching the cars drive by and kicking dirt.
Chloe is now 7 months old! She's proficient at clapping and screaming at me. Oh, and rocking on her hands and knees while squealing like a demon. It's only a matter of time before she starts crawling and sends my anxiety through the roof. This one is going to be our daredevil launching herself from countertops. How lovely.
(I have no idea how to actually insert the photos in the proper spots in the post...why can nothing be intuitive. Unless it is and I'm the idiot. Very possible.)
I'll leave you with this discussion I had with my husband this morning:
Him: What are we doing this Sunday? I have work to get done.
Me: Uh, its Mother's Day.
Him: (in his head: shitdamnf@#*) yes! Great! I have it all worked out!
Me: Obviously.
5 comments:
Cutest. Kids. Ever! =) BTW, the adult with the t-ball shirt on behind Noah when he's at bat ... I'm almost positive he's a parent at Gavin's daycare. Do you by chance know his name or his son's name???
How is she that big already?!?!?
Baby with diaper on face made me laugh.
I love these pictures and I love, love, love the conversation with your husband.
My mother's day conversation went something like this:
Me: You know, it's Mother's Day and at some point, I would like to stay home bc I am a mother (we are traveling all over the state this weekend for mother visits.)
Him: I'll just make next weekend special for you.
Me: (stares blankly trying to remember that it would be difficult to convince a judge I was justified in harming the father of my children.)
I was gifted with an iPad, so now I can read your blog in the kitchen or wherever!! Yay! So glad we are still internet friends.
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