As many of you know, I have a two year old who LOVES to make phone calls. For those of you on the receiving end of one of these phone calls, and have ever wondered what it looks like from my point of view, I took this picture:
That same phone-talker LOVES to have her nails painted. My friend Shan first painted Roxie's nails when she was only days old. Roxie, apparently, has not forgotten. She expects Shan to do it every time she sees her now. Check Shan's blog for more details.
My parents out-did Santa this year and bought us a Wii. Christian plays it with his tongue hanging out. It cracks me up. I took a video of him boxing, too. I will post it later. FUNNY BOY!
Most mornings, I make green smoothies. That way we get a little extra veggies (and also some unusual veggies - like dandelion greens and rainbow chard) in our diet. We love them. Every time, Christian gets it all over his face. Usually even in his eyebrows somehow. Luckily, I snapped a picture of his green mustache and his eye-rolling in one shot. I keep telling them that when I was 11 or so, I rolled my eyes at my mom and she threw a container of cottage cheese at me. I guess they think that because we don't eat cottage cheese they are safe. They should not be so bold in their assumptions...
My little fruit bat. For her birthday, she had a fruit salad instead of cake. She is the queen of fruit, I tell you. There never was a cake that was more delicious than that fruit salad, though. It had fresh pineapple in it. Heaven.
Every day is an adventure. Sometimes it works out well, sometimes not. Either way, what a journey!

3 comments:
Now this IS the cutest blog! Love the photo at the top. Great photos of the kids.
Hope you get to feeling 100% soon.
Love you,
Grammie
I was trying to think of something I love more than photos of your babies. I'm still thinking.
Green smoothies? My word. I would never last as one of your children. Good thing we are only just friends and I can tell you those are yucky and you can't send me to time out. Are you not dead?
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