Here are some family pictures from March 2011...
Brendan, cuddled up with Snuggles (a teddy bear that I had from my younger days that I gave to him, and he named.)
Ready for church, but not ready to take out the nuk.
"Cheese!"
What a handsome little guy!
Little Megan couldn't stay awake until it was time to go to church, so she snuggled up with dad and her baby and fell right asleep.
My good little sleeper (and, yes, she has
two nuks (one in her mouth and one to hold...don't ask me how it happened...I'm still at a loss...)
My beautiful orchid. Mom gave it to me when Megan was born and I haven't killed it yet!
Brendan playing dinosaurs.
Okay, looking at this picture a few weeks later, it doesn't seem so bad. But I seriously thought my teeth had gone through my lip and that I'd need stitches. Am I a big, dramatic baby? Yes.
But moving on... We were at church, both kids were squirrely, and I had Brendan by me. We were at the end of the service and Pastor Tim was saying announcements. I was getting seriously irritated with Brendan, who was bouncing around in the pew and being disruptive (he was pretending to be a frog), so I put on my most stern mommy-face and bent down to give him
another scolding. He chose that exact moment to bounce toward me and we smashed together (the top of his head into my chin.) I literally saw stars and felt a searing pain from my lip. Brendan started squealing in a panicked voice, "I'm sorry mommy!" I lifted my hands to my face, then looked at them and they were halfway covered in blood (no joke). I just left Brad with the kids and started walking towards the back of the church (trying not to draw attention to myself, as I was covering my mouth with both hands.) I started running when I got to the back of the church because the blood started dripping between my fingers and onto the floor. In the bathroom I couldn't get the blood to stop, so I ended up putting hunks of cold, wet paper towels on my mouth and rotating them around when they became saturated. The bleeding slowed after about five minutes (I swear, it felt like forever!) When I came out of the bathroom a fellow member who had seen "the incident" was waiting for me to check out my injury. She proclaimed that I had a huge fat lip and two gashes, but wouldn't need stitches. Poor Brendan felt terrible (and so did I...
ouch!) and for days afterward, Megan would come up to me, point to my lip and exclaim "Owie!"
We had another good dumping of snow. Our backyard was again covered in white...
...as was our front yard.
The beautiful snow-covered trees along our driveway.
On a playdate with Kristin and her daughters, Shaylee and Calli, we constructed a big fort, and the kids all hid inside, playing.
One evening, Megan disappeared into Brendan's room and enjoyed some time looking at books...
...and bouncing on Brendan's bed!
Brendan enjoys shaving with dad. He has his own shaving routine down. He has his own "shaver" (the leg of an Elmo lego toy), he has to use a little shaving cream on his cheeks, and he has to strip down naked before shaving (not sure where that came from. His dad does NOT shave naked. But, hey, whatever works!)
We've had a few playdates with our friends, the Zeidlers. They have two girls and Brendan loves playing with them. On the latest playdate, by the end of the evening, the kids took to racing down the hallway, through the living room, and into the sun porch. Then repeating. Over. And over. And over. They would squeal and laugh as they ran, and it was adorable to watch. Above, their youngest daughter, Calli, got a head start towards the living room.
...and here come the other two!
And now their oldest, Shaylee, leads the pack!
Megan and Kristin watch the older three tire themselves out.
Brendan, cuddled up with Snuggles (a teddy bear that I had from my younger days that I gave to him, and he named.)
Ready for church, but not ready to take out the nuk.
"Cheese!"
What a handsome little guy!
Little Megan couldn't stay awake until it was time to go to church, so she snuggled up with dad and her baby and fell right asleep.
My good little sleeper (and, yes, she has two nuks (one in her mouth and one to hold...don't ask me how it happened...I'm still at a loss...)
My beautiful orchid. Mom gave it to me when Megan was born and I haven't killed it yet!
Brendan playing dinosaurs.
Okay, looking at this picture a few weeks later, it doesn't seem so bad. But I seriously thought my teeth had gone through my lip and that I'd need stitches. Am I a big, dramatic baby? Yes. But moving on... We were at church, both kids were squirrely, and I had Brendan by me. We were at the end of the service and Pastor Tim was saying announcements. I was getting seriously irritated with Brendan, who was bouncing around in the pew and being disruptive (he was pretending to be a frog), so I put on my most stern mommy-face and bent down to give him another scolding. He chose that exact moment to bounce toward me and we smashed together (the top of his head into my chin.) I literally saw stars and felt a searing pain from my lip. Brendan started squealing in a panicked voice, "I'm sorry mommy!" I lifted my hands to my face, then looked at them and they were halfway covered in blood (no joke). I just left Brad with the kids and started walking towards the back of the church (trying not to draw attention to myself, as I was covering my mouth with both hands.) I started running when I got to the back of the church because the blood started dripping between my fingers and onto the floor. In the bathroom I couldn't get the blood to stop, so I ended up putting hunks of cold, wet paper towels on my mouth and rotating them around when they became saturated. The bleeding slowed after about five minutes (I swear, it felt like forever!) When I came out of the bathroom a fellow member who had seen "the incident" was waiting for me to check out my injury. She proclaimed that I had a huge fat lip and two gashes, but wouldn't need stitches. Poor Brendan felt terrible (and so did I...ouch!) and for days afterward, Megan would come up to me, point to my lip and exclaim "Owie!"
We had another good dumping of snow. Our backyard was again covered in white...
...as was our front yard.
One evening, Megan disappeared into Brendan's room and enjoyed some time looking at books...
...and bouncing on Brendan's bed!
Brendan enjoys shaving with dad. He has his own shaving routine down. He has his own "shaver" (the leg of an Elmo lego toy), he has to use a little shaving cream on his cheeks, and he has to strip down naked before shaving (not sure where that came from. His dad does NOT shave naked. But, hey, whatever works!)
We've had a few playdates with our friends, the Zeidlers. They have two girls and Brendan loves playing with them. On the latest playdate, by the end of the evening, the kids took to racing down the hallway, through the living room, and into the sun porch. Then repeating. Over. And over. And over. They would squeal and laugh as they ran, and it was adorable to watch. Above, their youngest daughter, Calli, got a head start towards the living room.
...and here come the other two!
Megan and Kristin watch the older three tire themselves out.
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