Pictures...

This is solely to satisfy those of you who've been bugging me to put new pics up...et voila. This is all I got in me, but Michael swears he'll put some up soon too!

Pictures...

My Piece of Peace

It's not often that I find peace...I live a VERY busy life, and though yes, I do it to myself, I can't help but want a little peace sometimes. This afternoon, after both kiddos (yep, I'm nannying now) had eaten lunch, we headed outside for some much needed Vitamin D direct from my favorite source: the Sun. I didn't realize just how lovely it was outside. We grabbed a beach towel, since it had been pouring only a few hours earlier; pirate's booty, cause it ain't no party without the booty; and bubbles, cause, well, Ry's two. So, I blew bubbles, she chased them, Mr. C watched us and crawled around, and I thought about nothing but these sweet little people in front of me.

Ryan and I laid down on the warm grass, and she snuggled into me. I think one of my favorite feelings in the world is lying in the sun, eyes closed with that super warm feeling that can only come from feeling so peaceful and calm. Bonus points for being on the beach and having warm sand under you, but extra super bonus points for having a snuggly peanut cuddled up on you.

It's so rare that I'm truly not thinking about 60 other things...and this was one of those rare moments. So peaceful, in fact, that I didn't even have the camera. I don't need one though. This is just one of those perfect moments that will go down in memory.

So, even if it was just for a few minutes, I found peace today. I'll take what I can get...

Mute Button

Why don't toddlers come equipped with a mute button? You know, for those days when they're running around like little chickadees while you are pulling your hair out on the couch, dying for a few quiet minutes?

I was lying on the couch after a particularly trying day taking care of two kiddos who DON'T NAP, while RE kept at me: "MommyMommyMommyMommyMomMomMomMomWAKEUPWAKEUPMommyMommyMommyMomMomMom" Well, you get the idea.

Exasperated, I finally hollered back, "Where is your mute button?!"

She matter of factly, and without missing a beat, pulled up her shirt and replied, "Right here, Mommy." Duh. Of course.

I tried pushing her belly button, but apparently, it's broken.