A Midseason Montage

I'm feeling antsy.  I'm ready for spring and construction season, therefore, my brain isn't working so well for blogging.  What to do?  Bring on the montage!  Now pretend there's some cheesy 1980's music from a John Hughes film.  I'll give you time to think up the tune.  Got it?  Okay here goes!

Dressin' up.

I remember the exersaucer!

Who is that goofball in the mirror?

Relaxing.

Helping baby sister with her paci.

Chillin' with baby sister.

Fin`.

Faster than a speeding Thomas

It was just an ordinary Sunday when daddy got me into the car and we were off. Little did I know that his plan was; go up hill, go down a hill, repeat. I've been told this is called “sledding”. I vaguely remember it from this summer, but that was on grass at G and G Ficek’s house. Hmm, this could be interesting.

Here I am being towed by Daddy to the hill. Mush, mush.

Now up the hill – faster daddy, I want to go down sometime today.

What! I have to walk up the hill. Was it something I said?

We did manage to go down the hill once, and then I got distracted by the shiny object called the slides.

The cold weather made then really slick. The tornado slide certainly turned me around.

Oh yeah, we’re here to sled. And sled we did. After about the third trip down, I was hooked. Despite the slow walk back up, daddy and I had a great time sledding. Your turn to pull me up the hill next momma.

Dunkin' Amelia

Look who came to visit a few weeks ago...my best gal Nana!  She stopped in with Grandma and Grandpa F to see baby sister get dunked at church.  I wonder if she'll cry.  I didn't.  I was too manly for crying even at such a young age.  What can I say?  I'm cool.  

Amelia was mad she had to share Grandpa with me.  Sorry, sis, that's just the way the cookie crumbles.

What. The. Heck. Is. On. Her. Head.  She looks like a cat or something.  Did she grow horns overnight?  Good thing she's being baptized to wipe all those bad horns away.  Whew.

Here's a photo of me.  Oh, and I guess there's a few other people in it, too.

One last photo of me.  What?  You more than just me?  I must be blind since I only see the cutest boy in the world, front and center.  And they say three year olds are self centered.  Whatever.

Shooting the Breeze with Baby Sister

Baby Amelia had to have her baby pictures taken a couple of months ago and I tagged along for the ride.  Little did I know, I'd have to get my photo taken, too!  Wait a minute, I'm not the baby here.  Fine I'll smile.  There.  That's it. Let's go!

Now I have to kiss her?  Look, she doesn't even like it.  I'm so offended.

Okay, maybe she doesn't mind me so much.

She fell asleep just as I was showing her my cool crane. Baby sisters just don't get it, do they?