Thursday, February 16, 2012

Buddies

One of my favorite things about Ali and Logan is that even if there is plenty of room for them to spread out, most often they choose to watch TV sitting right next to each other.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

An Angel, a Bull, and a Big Boy

Ali and Logan were  ridiculously pleased with their outfits the other morning. Ali's was a hand-me-down from her cousin Emily (her favorite kind of clothing); it was a cute pink shirt that said "angel" and has the cutest touch--angel wings on the back. Logan's was a Bull's shirt that was about three sizes too big and short sleeved that we found on napervilleyardsales. But once he saw it he had to wear it, so we put a turtleneck under it and figured no one would care if it was baggy.
All day long Ali narrated her life: " 'I am hungry,' says the Angel." And she refused to answer to anything other than Angel. Logan told me all about all the people he scared at school with his "tough Bull shirt!" And he would only answer to the name Logan Bull. What a handsome face!
And Eli was wearing one of Logan's old shirts: 24 month shirts even though he is only 15 months. I love seeing him in Logan's old things.
How did I get three such cute kids?!

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Crab

OK, let's be real. Since before Christmas until about two weeks ago, at any moment of the day Eli's face most likely looked like this:
He was not very pleasent to be around. Luckily, Crabby Eli seems to have gone away and we have our sweet boy back. Thank Goodness. And it's about time.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Yellow

They all three were wearing yellow, by chance, so we had to snap a picture:)

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Cute Little Mommy

We were getting ready to go to school and I hear Ali say, "I'm ready to go!" and I turn around and see this cute girl:)

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Snapshots

It cracks me up to see the way the kids leave their things sometimes.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Bad Manners or Great Compliment?

I know I shouldn't encourage such bad manners, but after years of hearing his picky brother and sister tell me they "don't like" the dinners I cook or that the food I prepare for them is "yucky," I really kind of love seeing my youngest not only scarf down the food I give him but lick his plate as well!