Do You Like my Hat?

Oh, the many uses of a paper grocery sack...

Like Father Like Daughter

I think London inherited her father's gift for constructing things. She loves to play and build with her duplo legos. And don't be fooled, if she asks you to build a house with her (or a car, tree, or plane for that matter) she really means, just sit there and tell her she is doing a great job of building a house.



Featured on the left is London's vision of a house, and on the right is a tree, for the house.

There's a First Time for Everything

Today was fun, London experienced a lot of firsts. First time to Chuckee Cheese's, first crush on plastic male mannequin at Chuckee Cheese's and first time to try and beat up a five year old who wasn't sharing with friends. Loyalty, passion and justice for all, that's my daughter's motto. We have lots of excitement in store for us in the future, I can already tell....


And if you're curious, when I asked London who the mannequin that she was hugging, kissing and talking to in the electronic car was, she replied that it was Daddy. So that at least made me feel a little bit better; although I did give James a hard time about London needing some more father/daughter time.

Day at the Zoo

We've been trying to pack a lot of fun into the last several weeks, and today was no exception. It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day and so London and I decided to spend it at the zoo.


London leading the way through the 'rain forest'.


Checking out the different species of birds; London read it to me to, hoping to increase my knowledge on the subject.


"Look bats!"


London requested to see the lions, rain forest, crocodiles, and the slide. I'll let you guess where we spent the most time.


And of course a trip to the zoo isn't complete unless we have sat on every bronze animal and tried to remove the face.

Happy Day

So there are moments in motherhood where the universe aligns and everything feels blissfully perfect, (like those hallmark card commercials, you know, the ones that make you tear up, or if you're an emotional mess like me, weep uncontrollably). I share these with you because they are a good reminder (at least for me) on those not so happy, shiny days, that God is good, and we are so truly blessed with are children. For there are some days (as you all have or are now experiencing as you read this), that feel like we are being tested and pushed and stretched to the breaking point (I unfortunately have several examples I could share of those days, but that would defeat my first purpose); and on those days, it is good, if not sanity saving to recall those sweet, blissful moments of God's goodness. So I write all of that just to share that my happy moment of the day was London throwing her arms around my neck (after a fun game of 'chase me mama') and saying "You're my best friend mommy." Gulp....okay, I'm going to hold on to that one for a while; I have a feeling I'll need it in the weeks to come!

A Thank You From the Heart

London has been helping me with some thank you note writing, and we decided she could do one of her own for her sweet friend Ben. (Ben kindly gave London a guitar that she rocks out to daily). She decided she wanted to paint him a picture (of the guitar no less) and then wanted to write her thank you with a pink pen (of course pink). Here is the sweet note and picture that Ben will be receiving shortly.




In case you can't read it, London wrote (and I quote)"Thank you for the guitar Ben and I love you forever. Love, London

Precious Moments

My good friend Jenae took this picture of London and me, and I thought it really captured the excitement we are all feeling as we get closer to meeting little baby brother. I feel like this is an extra special time for London and me; the time I spend with her is so precious, I love (almost) every minute of it. I know she is going to be a great big sister!

A New Way to Potty Train

Soooo, for some reason London thought it might be fun to try and wear her potty seat instead of sit on it; here was the outcome,


First it's all fun and games, "Look Mama, I'm wearing my potty seat!"; you sure are....


After the novelty (and laughter) wore off, we tried to remove the potty seat, but to no avail.


"What are you looking at, haven't you ever seen a potty seat stuck around someones neck before?"


We decided a call to Daddy was in order. Mommy was obviously not capable of removing a child's plastic potty ring from London's head. (London's exact words were, "No mommy, daddy will get it off when he gets home from work.").


After a few tears and the realization that one cannot move or play normally with a large plastic ring around their neck, it was time for some comfort food.

Daddy made it home shortly after, was able to remove the obstruction (of course) and the potty seat found its way back to its proper place on the potty. (In my defense, London was much more still for James than for me; I almost had it on the fifth try).