New Yummies

Both babies tried something new this week.

Lucy Mills enjoyed her first donut (thanks to sweet Mrs. Carrie). 
Yummmm.

While Lucy Mills was engaged in a sugar high, McClain was introduced to rice cereal. 
Not quite as yummy as a donut, as you can tell by his helpless expression, but we'll get to the good stuff eventually. 

He gagged down a few bites, but this is going to take some getting used to.  McClain I promise that more delicious treats await you, but we have to take one thing at a time.

"Hey, Baby"

Here is a little snippet of Lucy Mills with her baby. 

{Just ignore the dryer running in the background, my daughter's unbrushed hair, and all things pink surrounding my son . . .  it's Monday.}

He's a patient little thing isn't he? 

4 Months

Yep, it's happening.  He is growing up on me.

While I love the fact that he is healthy and thriving, I am sad that day by day, we are growing out of the newborn phase.  

But you are getting more precious by the minute my brown eyed boy! 

Here is your monthly picture. . . looking very stoic I must say. 

McClain, you have the best disposition of any baby I have ever seen.  

Another new milestone this month - you rolled over for the first time in your sleep.  You startled yourself awake because you didn't know how to flip back over.

You still don't like baths, but you love your paci, having your hands kissed, and watching your sister.  You are in awe of her. 

Thank you for putting up with my endless photo shoots buddy.  I just want to capture every stage  so that one day, when you are all grown up and taller than me, I can remember the days we shared when you were just itty bitty. 

Story Time

For almost a year now Lucy Mills and I have enjoyed attending a weekly story time at our local library. 

 My little book worm loves to hear the stories each week and then look at some new books.  During the class we also sing songs, play with puppets, and participate with instruments.  It's a great activity for these little ones! 

The children are supposed to sit in their mother's laps during the class, but my Lucy Mills would rather be front and center to make sure she doesn't miss out on anything!

Lately, McClain has been enjoying story time too. 

Lucy Mills' boyfriend, William, is also in our class.  Isn't he a cutie? 

{His mommy Leah and I were pregnant at the same time with these two.  Ever since they were in our bellies we declared them boyfriend & girlfriend.  William even gave Lucy Mills her first kiss. . . we are going to have to keep our eyes on these two!}

When she is not front and center in the class, she does sit down and listen to the story.  Well at least most of it. 

Sometimes she gets a little tired.

But as soon as Mrs. Patti brings out the basket of books,

 she lights up again. 

And she reads . . .

and reads,

and reads,

and reads.

Maybe she will be an English major like her mama?  

Happy Monday!

from a happy little guy

Psalm 127:3

"Sons are a heritage from the Lord,

children are a reward from Him.

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,

are sons born in one's youth."

At 19 Months Old...

She is our pretty, pretty princess and she knows it. 

Lucy Mills,

you are getting more and more fun everyday.  You have certainly reverted back to being a mama's girl, but I believe it's because our days together have made us best buds.  We play, run errands, read books, eat meals, sing songs, and pretty much do everything together.  

While you cry when we part ways at the gym or church nursery, you do have fun and are all smiles when I return to pick you up. 

You are growing more independent when it comes to getting dressed.  You will go to your dresser and pull out pants or socks or shoes and work diligently to put them on all by yourself.

However, your first - child, perfectionist personality quickly gets irritated when you realize you need some help. Poor baby. 

You still love McClain...just not when I hold him.  You decide you always want mama to hold you right when buddy happens to be in my arms.  Good thing I have two arms. 

You love to help {and I use that term loosely} clean up.  Not so much when it comes to picking up your toys, but more so when you can use something "fun."  Hey, I can take all the help I can get! 

When I go to put you in your crib at night, you rub and pat my shoulder and say "nite, nite Mama." Pure preciousness.


Even on the hard days my love, you are a joy.