I thought I knew busy when I billed hours. I thought I knew busy when I had a three-year old and a newborn. I actually thought I knew busy when the kids had swim lessons a few times a week.
I had no idea.
This is busy, in the best way possible:
The Swagger Wagon ferried us safely to Ponca City one more time.
We really have to be careful when playing in Ponca; the shadows from the palace on the prairie can really bring those spring-like temperatures down.
This one is a lover, not a fighter. We ventured out to see Paddington a few weeks ago, and it was nearly too much for him: "Mommy! What if the bear dies?" "RJ," I whispered ferociously, "I will not take you to movies where they kill a bear. What kind of mother do you think I am?" Two days later, he reviewed the film and gave his suggestions for the future: "Mom, can you learn this? Never take me to a movie with guns." For the record, I don't recall a single weapon being aimed at the wooly British bear. What kind of mother do you think I am?
No attitude. That pretty much sums him up. We're reading Runaway Ralph these days. RJ isn't sure about it. "Mom!" he gasped, "He didn't ask his mommy if he could go outside!"
Keep that spirit, little man. Your sister is going to need a good example.
So says RJ, "Hudson doesn't know my name, but he knows I'm Gigi's brother. Everyone knows I'm Gigi's brother." I bet they do.
Open house is serious business.
She had a very different idea than mommy's as to dress-up day for school.
Career day was way more her speed, though "I'm sad that Frozen isn't in teeaters anymore."
RJ wanted to be an airplane driver, or rather, a fly guy. He looks pretty fly.
Ear bobbles make a girl feel lovely.
But sometimes, you really wish the mamarazzi would just let you be.
But she's relentless, so it's really easier just to strike a pose.
Some days just feel like a blue eyeshadow day.
And others, you really just want to rock a fabulous pair of boots.
Still others, you just want to put on some music and dream.
Valentine's Day is just more fun when you're a kid.
Particularly when you get to spend the afternoon shopping with mom.
An afternoon at the princess symphony calls for a princess dress. Or, you know, Doc McStuffins--if you're into that kind of thing.
She has an engineering mind.
And she's quite handy.
The late February snowstorm is a blessed curse--finally, we have two hours to stop, catch up, and be kids again.
Daddies make the best playmates.
Unless, of course, you're lucky enough to have a big brother.
