GLOR.I.OUS

“delightful; wonderful; completely enjoyable.”

The weather has been just that in the past few days.
Being outside makes my child glorious. Not that you would know because she refuses to smile for the camera. She really is a happy child, you just wouldn’t know it by looking at some of her pictures. The weather makes this child glorious as well. He never gets face time. So, here’s his face in all of his muttness.
We hope it's here to stay!

Then and now

This little leprechaun has changed! Humor me while I play the “then and now” game. Does time traveling at an INSANE speed not bother anyone else?! So, here is my leprechaun a year ago and this morning.
Ohh that face! Sometimes I miss the quiet, startled look…. She really isn't Irish, but I didn't need to be begged to plaster some kisses on those cheeks. Thank you Mrs. Marianne for my shirt. It made getting ready this morning much easier.

(don't get used to this whole blogging daily thing)

Straight A's

With my husband being in education, he is rather gung-ho in that realm, having 415 degrees, etc. etc. etc. I, on the other hand, hated school. HATED IT! I did JUST enough to stay out of trouble with the parents and get by- magna cum laude was no goal of mine. So, needless to say, I PRAY that EB is smart like JB. He’s not only one of the smartest people I know, he’s incredibly driven. She needs to be more like him rather than me!

So, I’m proud to say that as of right now, in her short little life, she’s on the dean’s list. She’s in the Honor Society. She’s in Beta Club. She has a 4.0…or close enough. How, you ask? Well, you see, she is in the 90th and 95th percentile for height and weight. Sounds like straight A's to me.

EB at 15 months:
Weight: right at 28 lbs (90th percentile)
Height: 32 inches (95th percentile)
Head: 18 inches (why does this measurement matter?)

Yep! You're #1!

one-five

At fifteen months, I’m big enough to fit in a box.
I also think I’m as sly as a fox.
My mom, is just so darn fast-
but I still do things that leave her aghast. Like, the other day I pooped right in the tub,
nothing like a second rub-a-dub-dub.
I’m still signing, but like to throw out words too.
Every night I work on yellow, red, green and blue.

I now have two more molars that sure were hell.
Needless to say, we invested in nighttime orajel. At 15 months, I can be sweet or rude,
it just depends on my developing little ‘tude. Books are the best IF you let ME turn the page.
If not, I’ll lose interest or throw a tantrum full of rage. I recently became aware of mom’s necklaces and my bows,
Just wait ‘til this summer when she can paint my toes! It’s impossible to be lady-like and still while minding my P’s and Q’s-
This world is fascinating and I’ve got NO time to lose.
EB has a 15 month appointment today. Considering I weighed her last week and she was right on the brink of 30lbs, today should be interesting......

Rojo

That’s my brother. It’s a nice little nickname he got before he was even born, I think. My g’dad thought it would only make all of the sense in the world to name him “Ron John,” after my dad and g’dad-not the surf shop on the coast. So, my creative aunt nicknamed him Rojo….and….. after 22 years it’s still around. Today my better looking, MUCH funnier, everyone's favorite, life of the party, brother turns 22. HARD TO BELIEVE. I love thinking back on his BIRTH-day every year. I was in kindergarten at the time. I was SO excited (at first I didn’t want a brother b/c my good friend was having a sister and that seemed more fun). I went to dance class that night and half way through, my grandmother showed up to get me. I was so confused, but she told me I was going to the hospital because my mom was having my brother. I was fired up! We waited for what felt like HOURS. Finally, my dad came through the doors to the nursery carrying “him.” They let me go back and help with his first bath. I remember it all so vividly. Years flew by and we had our typical “issues.” He’s so fun. If you know my family you know we have some CLASSIC Clay stories that will have you in the floor. I would LOVE to see Clay’s ER records. I’m sure he takes up half of the shelf. I WISH my parents had written a book about raising Clay. To this day, he keeps us in stitches. I should scan in some old pics and share a Clay story a week. I’d have blog material for YEARS! My brother has no fear, is incredibly athletic and incredibly talented.So, swinging out on our rope swing at the lake INTO A MOVING BOAT was no biggie for him. I can recall him being sick ONCE (he never missed a day of school)! It almost cost us a ski trip. However, in typical Clay fashion, he rallied and was sitting next to me on the plane just mere hours after I thought he was surely headed to the hospital. Hours later he was teaching me to ski. If you just show him how to do something ONCE, he’s got it. Several years ago, Jason just explained to Clay how to barefoot ski…..DONE. He’s a pro (sorry for the small pic. I stole it off of his Facebook). He probably wouldn’t want anyone knowing this, but when I left for school, he occasionally filled in on some of my baby-sitting jobs. He’s great with kids. He’s great with my kid. She loves him…. I think because they are very similar and he fuels her adventurous nature. SO HELP ME….. So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, dear brother! I love you. Hope your day is....well...thrilling, in typical Clay fashion.

Calgon...

It’s Friday! It’s supposed to be a GLORIOUS weekend in “the Ham” and we are going to wallow in the grass! That’s right- WALLOW! Eat chocolate pudding! Have fun!
Be silly!
AND enjoy every minute of this beautiful weather.

Neighborhood alert!

If you see a short, pink hooded burglar with her trusty accomplice…
...trying to get into your back gate---Moms, do not grab your babies and hide!It's just EB on the run.... ....simply looking for a swing and probably someone to swing her for HOURS on end. We are in DESPERATE need of some more pretty warm weather, aren’t be baby burglar?!?!?!