Family Portrait 2012

We made the trek to Myrtle Beach for our annual family portrait. I mention this so y'all will take note of the updated pic at the top of this page. Unless you're extremely detail-oriented, you probably overlooked the change. We may need to have the little ones stand in front next year since their heads are getting too big for the arm holes. (Or maybe we will find a more-accommodating cut-out.)

I'm also posting some recent pictures so they will be recent when posted instead of 3-months-old. My daughters definitely belong on the Funny Farm. Enjoy!

Scraps of Paper

I've been going through drawers and boxes and piles of paper in preparation for our upcoming move. In the process of packing our life for the 3rd time in 11 months, I've come across some little gems that I don't want to forget or lose. Enter the blessed recording device that is an internet blog!

Conversation with Cora:

Me: "Cora, can you help me?"

Cora: "No. I'm too busy.
I'm too busy talking to myself."






More from Cora (*I originally attributed these 2 gems to Ally, but after my mom questioned the age-appropriateness of her thinking, I'm pretty sure they actually came out of Cora's mouth-- No one really knows though 'cause I threw out the paper.):

"When I grow up and become a boy, then I can shave my beard like Daddy." (I think she's too little to have already realized a genetic predisposition for unsightly female chin hairs, but this statement may be partially realized in 20 years.)

"I think Daddy had a pretty fairy dress like mine when he was little."





Ally's wisdom:

"Labor Day is either a day of work or a day of birth."





Notes from Ally:

This past February I received a handwritten card.
"From Ally to Karen: I love you & I have to say this because it is Valentines Day."
Thanks kid!

She wrote a card about Cora one day.
"Mom. Cora peed in her pants."
And she drew a picture of me with a sad face on the other side.

She wrote a card for Cora.

"Cora: Will you be a little niceer?"

She wrote one calling Daddy out for being a little too silly.











She wrote one to profess her love for her awesome parents.



















Ally is also a budding poet. She loves rhyming and making up songs. Occasionally she'll sit down and write a poem. Example:


















Lastly, I found a scrap paper note I scrawled on a particularly trying day. All I wrote was "I apologize to the Dollar Store. . . " I will finish that thought here:
. . . for the random puddle in the middle of aisle three. It wasn't until I was lifting my 2-year-old into her carseat that I realized that-- just maybe-- the mysterious fluid came from my daughter's bladder and not a leaky bottle of magic bubble solution as previously assumed.