thumb sucker

Someone has been watching their big brother.  Looks like we have another thumb sucker!  I may take this back when they are in middle school and we are paying for some sweet head gear, but for now, whatever works is fine by me.

grocery store

I was one of those people who loved going to the grocery store.  Taking my time going down each aisle, back-tracking for the good samples, buying things I didn't need because I had a coupon, planning out my dinners for the week, the things you do before babies.  Now it is more like an event.  The timing must be perfect, treats must be on hand, the aisles must be clear, the cashiers better be fast and we stick with the basics - spagetti-o's, yogurt, milk, oreos, wine and apples for good measure.  Today went smoothly.  Call me a bad mom but I opened the oreos before we payed and Jackson and I tried a few.  Nash slept most of the time and when he was awake Jackson helped drowned him out.  As we pulled out of the parking lot a man flagged me down with the milk I had left under the cart, score!

Mama, I got a doo-doo mama, it's big, mama... (great timing as always)

brothers

Charlie and I both come from a family of 4 children; 3 girls and 1 boy.  We know about sisters, brothers not so much.  I already love watching these 2 boys interact.  Nash puts a big smile on his face when he hears Jackson's voice.  (He also puts on a big sad face when he pounces to close to his head or literally yells in his ear...)  Jackson always wants to know 'where da bebe, i wan hold nasth, wook nasth, wook baby, mama get baby wook.'  It is cute and scary all at the same time.  I love watching them grow together and pray that they will be the best of friends who always adore one another and obey their mom.  I can dream too.   

blogger

I am becoming a bad blogger and I am not happy about it.  I love this blog, mainly because these boys have no sort of baby book, much less a photo album.  This is my scrapbook for them and myself.  Every single day there are things that I want to write down and remember but by the time they are both asleep all I really want to do is have some ice cream and and dive in to a good book (watch The Bachelorette and Dancing With the Stars).  Jackson's days are filled with playing ball and collecting rocks outside, watching Super Why and having snacks.  Mine are filled with making lists of things that need to be done but won't be...  Nash's, thankfully, are filled being toted around with a constant smile on his face.  In fact he is strapped down in all of his pictures and yes I plan to keep it that way for as long as possible.  

 

Mother's Day

You can never truly appreciate your own mother until you are a mother yourself.    You can never know a mother's overwhelming love for her children until you have children yourself.  I have loved and learned more in the past 2 years than in my entire life.  I am so thankful to have a wonderful mom to experience all of this with.  Happy Mother's Day to all of you moms and moms to be out there.  Keep up the good work.

We should probably try and take our Mother's Day picture before 10pm next year.  

growing!

Nash is sporting a 'vintage' Nike onesie, once worn by his big brother.  I prefer the term vintage over hand-me-down.  This little one is growing as fast as the grass in our yard (ahem...), out of control!

dress code

Jackson has taken a strong interest in to what he is wearing these days.  Every shirt he puts on and I mean every single shirt must have a BALL on it.  Yesterday we did not go to the park because he insisted on wearing his 'big ball' shirt.  I explained it was dirty and we had to wash it.  So he obviously put it in the washing machine and claimed it was 'wet.'  I took advantage, did some laundry and he patiently waited all morning for it, walking around in pumpkin socks, tennis shoes and a diaper.  You can't mess with this boys style.

I am sooo mad my mom made me dress like my little brother and will not smile.  Right when we get home from church I am putting on my ball shirt!

oh yes

This is awesome, and yes I am extremely jealous it is not me.