COVID 19

We are fine.  Everything is fine.  We love each other there's no doubt about it. 

DOUBLE - DIGITS!

THE OG IS TEN YEARS OLD.  I have a 10 year old son.  How did this happen so fast and how is it only 1:30 today?  Time is a crazy thing.  I am the luckiest mama to spend all my time with this boy.  He is still the brightest, cheeriest, sports - loving nerd that we all look up to every single day.  I am so proud of this 10 year old!

Hey world!

(Don't be fooled, he was not an easy baby. Maybe because he was my first but he cried all the time. It is hard to believe as he is so happy go lucky, but I am not making it up, all the time...)

10 years later!  Handsome, big headed, muddy beat up legs, rascal!

I also lied, here is the real OG.  Greta of Cornwallis will live in our hearts forever.  All other dogs will never live up to her and for that I am sad.  

SIX!

We got us a SIX year old in the house!  Theo is just the best.  On his birthday it rained all day long, during a quarantine, with no special friends or parties or plans.  I reluctantly asked Theo how his birthday was, 'It was really so great.  I just can't even believe I am six.'  I can't either buddy.  Thanks for always bringing the JOY.

He DID get a chocolate strawberry Sonic cake, Jersey Mike's for lunch and 5 Guys for dinner. Apple doesn't fall far...  The rest of us might be struggling a little bit, at least the ladies. 

He spent the afternoon with his best cousin, Brooklyn. I LOVE how good of buds they are and hope it stays that way forever. 

No one could appreciate this wrapping job more than Theo.  He was the first one up, as usual, and I could hear that cackle of a laugh - moniessss!!

Our artist!  

And his best girl.  She does love her Sceeooo!

And his best boys.  He loves them so and keeps up with everything, whether we like it or not.  

I mean.

Lost his first tooth too!

My sweet Theodore Joseph, please snuggle your boney butt up in my lap no matter how old you are.  

THREE!!

I have to write a little something on my #1 girl, BFF, Winnie Louise Farris.  She is THREE years old.  (April 12th, we have been busy, or not busy at all, depends how you look at it, got us a real live pandemic going on right now.) THREE.  Not a baby or a toddler but a beautiful, spunky, funny, loving little girl.  She is everything I ever dreamed of and more - lots more - whew - she has no trouble keeping up with her brothers.  Friends always say that Winnie will never be able to get away with anything with 3 older brothers, but you know who will never get away with anything, her 3 older brothers.  We love this little mama!

A donut bathing suit, chip in her hand and baby on her hip.

Girls need LOTS more than boys.  She never leaves the house without getting geared up!

A unicorn cake! What Winnie wants, Winnie gets. 

My girl! We don't usually match, but when we do, I like it. 

Her best friends, her brothers, her family.  She takes good care of us.  

Soccer girl! She only got 2 practices in before everything shut down but she loved it.  We will be back, soon, right??!!  Fun fact - her 'coach' was her Aunt Nat's coach in high school, what the what?!

Painting our nails because we fancy. 

I said - we fancy.

With lots of sugar!!