Super Duper Soccer Man

I'd like to inaugurate a new Superhero in light of my husband's recent two-kids-playing-soccer-on-the-one-day-a-month-when-mom-teaches (note: it was also soccer picture day, and both kids played at the same time on fields a mile apart). GRACIOUSLY, my awesome mom made her way down to help field the insanity, but that terrific help in no way diminishes Josh's Superhero valiance.

Here's my mom's charge for the morning:






And here (by his own insistence) was Josh's:







Never, in the history of time, has a man looked hotter.

Joshua, you have my heart.

Little Babes on the Prairie

We ventured to Conner Prairie earlier this week with my sister and her two beautiful children. Jonah is just a couple of months older than our babies, and my kids ADORE Jonah and little baby Ruth. What a terrific family! (Note: my parents gained seven new grandchildren over the course of the last year...seriously....when we get together, diaper companies rejoice, bus boys cower, and our kids have a ridiculously good time!)

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I'm not much of a montager -- I have no idea why this download cut off half of the montage.....clearly, I have no idea what I'm doing in general. But sometimes, a girl just has to montage.

Isn't she lovely?

Tarikwa tolerated my first attempt at a hairdo this week....well my first vaguely successful attempt. Efforts one and two could hardly even be called "attempts" because their results lasted a total of three combined minutes. A VERY sweet friend brought over some supplies on Friday and gave me the confidence to try again. I don't know what I'd do without her. SPEAKING of VERY sweet.... Our first try. The secont attempt. And through all of this, Tarikwa was SO patient. She sat quite still through multiple fingerplays through the first effort and part of a Your Baby Can Read video during effort two. (Thanks for the videos, Grandma! They have helped me shower, cook, breathe, and now hairdress!)

Enter Anne

Two nights ago I made an introduction I've been anticipating since the first weeks of my first pregnancy. Olivia.....Anne....Anne....Olivia. Red braids bouncing, eyes alight, she swooped into our evening and stole my daughter's heart as she stole mine a zillion years ago. Welcome, Anne...with an E. We were in the depths of despair without you, and now you've brought us such scope for imagination. (Josiah's not swept away, yet....but he has croup....so perhaps when he is able to process a little more oxygen......)