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June 2011 kids

Favorite {11} photos of 2011

Having a baby changes everything. Even though Cora was my third (and final?) baby, she still rocked all of 2011. All in all, 2011 was a good, good year. Our new house, Matt's excellent job, our healthy kids, and a brand new baby. I am pretty sure it doesn't get any better than that.
2011 Favorite

2011 brought many, many baby bump pictures. These two are my favorite- simply because lottle (my lovely double chin) can't be seen:

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And this one:

Favorite 2011

One of the best parts of having a baby is in the anticipation. So much potential all wrapped up in a tiny baby. Will she be born today? Who will she look like? How much will she weigh? Will everything be okay? It all comes down to this:

2011 Favorite

Favorite 2011

Favorite 2011

(photos by Jana Tigchelaar)

Sigh. Looking at those pictures makes me want to do it all over again. If having a baby hurts, then you're doing it wrong. (I kid, I kid.) Her birthday, my birthday, OUR birthday was so much fun. I'll never, ever forget the day any of my babies were born.


Moving on.  I love, love, love the newborn stage of life. Blink and you'll miss it. 

Favorite 2011


In July, Simon turned eight years old. How is this possible? Who is that handsome, crooked teeth, cute kiddo? The one who is just dying to make us laugh? The one who tells poop jokes like they are going out of style? He's my boy, that's who.

Favorite 2011


Not to be out-done, this hilarious kid turned 4 years old. Bennett is nothing but sweetness and silliness in a small package. He is rain boots and an always backward shirt that probably doesn't match. He is dirty ears and stolen chocolate covered cheeks.

Favorite 2011

Cora's first half of life was dominated by pink and big bows. I make no apologies for this. EVERY PRESENT DESERVES A BOW and she was absolutely, without a doubt, the best present ever.

Favorite 2011


There are more pictures on my computer. Many more pictures that sum up 2011 but instead I leave you with this. Our last family picture of 2011:

Family pictures

Be good to us, 2012. I am not sure anything can top 2011, but I am willing to give it a go. 

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June 2011 kids

Happy Halloween!

Nothing but lots of pictures and little words tonight. It's 11:00 and I should be in bed now!

Pumpkin carving

Bennett and his 'special' pumpkin
It's a "special" pumpkin, okay? There is nothing wrong with being different. He drew the face and Daddy cut the pieces. It's like original art, only a lot cooler cause MY intelligent 4 year old created it.

A wee little pumpkin
NOM NOM NOM. I eat pieces of pumpkin for breakfast.

A bunch of pumpkins
She (sorta) sits!

The hunters and their catch
The Hunters and their catch. Every trio needs a zebra prize.

The Hunters and their catch

Me and my girl

So that was our Halloween. How was yours?

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June 2011 kids

Gnomes and other things

If you spied a BLUE GARDEN GNOME in my last post, then you were correct. 10 points for you. Matty and the boys bought it for me for Mother's Day. Do I have the best family or what? It tickles me to pieces that Matt knows me so well. He loves to make me laugh.

So a blue garden gnome (along with a plethora of flowers for my hanging baskets) was a perfect Mother's Day gift. The gnomes official job is to watch over the neighborhood. He brings tranquility and peace to all that enter. I think he brings a touch of class as well. It's hard to even notice anything else when he's around. A patio set on the sewer? Where?!? I don't see anything.

A massively huge belly? Hardly noticeable compared to the little blue gnome.

39 weeks  
 
Speaking of that massively huge belly, it's still hanging around. When I say that I feel like I've been pregnant forever, I AM NOT JOKING. Seriously. I have said it before and I'll say it again: my boys came at 38 weeks. I thought she would come early too. I am still pregnant. I am losing my patience. I have never been 39 (almost 40 weeks) pregnant.

I just expected her to come early. It's okay. Motherhood is not for wimps. So I buck up and deal and realize that the JOKE IS ON ME. Har, har. Besides, I guess that is what happens when one has a girl. I know that Matt NEVER waits on me for me anything. I am the epitome of punctuality.

Always on time. Never late.   
 
39 weeks  39 weeks
 
And so we watch and wait some more. We laugh about garden gnomes and make cupcakes for the neighbors.

10 points for us.

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June 2011 kids

Little birdie

Remember how I said that my Mom and Dad were in town? And that the girls (read: me, Mom, and my sister) went shopping with Bennett? Well, shop we did. Normally I wouldn't post stuff like this but I can't help it. Please accept my apologies or disregard if you have no desire to watch me brag. I have done the boy stuff- the baby blues and the dinosaurs and the puppies and the sports themed crap. 

Baby bedding
 
I'll take butterflies and little birdies and hot pink, please, with a side of polka dots.

Baby blankets    

Some people are crafty and can make beautiful things. Me, on the other hand, can barely even sew on a button. So the concept of creating my own baby bedding is about as likely as me flying to the moon. I wish I was joking when I said it too. Now that Simon is in Boy Scouts, I have the terrible job of sewing on his patches. Luckily for me (and him), my Mom took care of his first five patches this weekend.

She also helped take care of baby girl's bedding. When I say "take care of," I really mean "buy most of." Like for example, these Lindsey Sheets:

Sheets 
 
As of right now, buying baby bedding is all pretty silly. Baby girl, who shall some day have a name, will be rooming in with us anyways. (Anyone for Georgia? How about Ann? What about Cora? I still like Cora.) We have a cradle in our room for now. I'd like to rearrange the furniture and set up the crib but I don't see that happening any time soon. I decided to skip buying a bumper pad too. Such a waste of money for something that isn't particularly safe. I might change my mind, as I am prone to often do. We'll see, I suppose.

Speaking of seeing, I have my 28 week appointment and a sonogram tomorrow because, at my last appointment, I was measuring small. I always measure small but there isn't any way that I am going to miss a chance to check out my baby girl.

She best not have grown a wenis either.  

Little Birdie
 
I've had enough wenises (for now) in my life. 
 
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Putting this up on You Capture today because I do believe that's a little birdie, some LIndsey sheets, and it's all for my little lady.

Who, a day later, still has her lady bits!
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June 2011 kids

You capture: Signs


Goodbye, summer. Goodbye swimsuits and sunscreen. Goodbye late nights and even later mornings. Goodbye cookouts, deviled eggs, and fresh corn on the cobb. Goodbye, easy living. Goodbye, baby boys. Next summer you'll both be a whole year older. Goodbye, unbearably hot days. Goodbye, summer. I'll miss you. Come back soon?

Summer is gone. I packed up the swimsuits this morning and put away the sunscreen. My windows are open. The temperature has gone from 100+ degrees to a cool, crisp 75 degrees.The farmers at the market are selling pumpkins. My fall candle is burning on the stove. My fall decorations made their debut.  All signs of the changing season.

Hello, fall. Welcome.

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Hello, baby. Welcome.
 
You capture: signs
 
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June 2011 kids

You capture: Green

It seems hard to imagine that it has almost been seven years. Seven? Really?

I hope we have seventy-four more.

Marry me

You capture: green

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June 2011 kids

You capture- depth of field


I learned today that the slugs are probably the ones responsible for my half eaten strawberries. Here I was, blaming the poor and innocent bunnies.

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We eat them straight from the vine (the strawberries, not the slugs.) They are warm from the sun and perfect for an afternoon snack.

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We look for more. More slugs. More strawberries. More time spent together, less time worrying. I don't mind the slugs.

May 15th 099
 

You capture: depth of field.



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June 2011 kids

You capture: spring

No Shirts:
No shirt

No Shoes:
No Shoes

No Problems.

You capture: spring.


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You capture: sweet




Nothing is sweeter than ice cream with Grandma:





Ice cream is sweet  Grandma is sweet
Ice cream and Grandma?  The sweetest

You capture: sweet


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June 2011 kids

You Capture: Fresh

The howling wind is a sure sign that spring has finally arrived here on the plains of Kansas. The bedroom doors slam shut as the air blasts through the open windows of our house.

The breeze is warm and the sun feels pleasant on my shoulders as we spend all our time outside. 

The kids jump on the trampoline while I do my work.
 Clothspin 
 
The clothes flutter in the breeze. It doesn't take long and suddenly everything is dry.

It is all clean and, consequently, smells so good. So fresh.

I breathe it in.

Laundry day

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