Jack needed a swing....BAD. So Catherine and I went to a resale baby shop here in Houston. We checked out all of the swings and bouncy seats and found this one for a fraction of its original cost. It works great (see picture below).

Tada!!!!

I finally caught a smile!

Jack is a happy little guy. He was smiling and cooing, but I wasn't fast enough to get a smile on camera. Here, he's coming down off of a smile. Can you tell?

We caught Sadie with her head tilted back, peering out from under her hair. Her hair had gotten so long, she couldn't see so I put a pony tail up top to help her out. This lasted about 20 minutes and then she came up to me crying for it to come out. So....

We decided to give her a hair cut. This one went way better than the last. She still looked uncomfortably concerned over the whole process, but wasn't in tears by the end.

Here she is with her new bob.
Jack is enjoying his baths now that we are putting him in a little tub. I guess sponge baths aren't what they're cracked up to be.
Sadie hated these type tubs when she was small enough to fit in them, but now that Jack's in them, they're sooooo interesting!

Following Lexi

After reading Lexi's very entertaining tutorial on making pumpkin gingerbread, I decided to give it a try. I enlisted Sadie's help.

Sadie has helped me mix all of the "dry" ingredients. As you can see, she used her hands to achieve this task.
Here we are getting ready to spray our bread pans with Pam.
Sadie thought Crisco tasted wonderful straight up. Yuck.
The finished product. The loaf on the right is completely gone already. I started on the left loaf for breakfast this morning. We didn't share a loaf like Lexi. She's a better person that I am.

Budding artist

"Ahhh! What's that?"

I felt something cool stripe my foot. I looked down from doing the dishes to see Sadie looking up at me with a hot pink marker. She smiled her proud smile and went back to work. I surveyed the damage: Her feet were covered in pink, there was a bold pink stripe down the front of her brand new pants, her hands were stained pink, the floor next to her had deliberate pink scribbles, and Momma (of course) has been pinked as well. I realized she was trying to do my feet the way she did her own. It was cute. And fortunately washable.

She did manage to get some on a piece of paper, which she proudly showed me.

My sweet little man has been cooing a lot more lately. He's even cracked a few smiles (though not shown in pictures above). I love this little guy.

I still have to wrap my mind around the idea that I'm married with two children. Wasn't I the child just a minute ago? Sometimes I forget that i'm a grown up and do things like take my shoes off and sit cross legged at a restaurant. Or say something like "dude, that would totally suck" in the middle of a Sunday school lesson. I feel like I'm caught in some thinly veiled world where I'm too old to know the lingo/fashion of the highschoolers, but I feel too young to be called "m'am" or "lady" or "sister rawson" or to drive a mini-van (gosh, I wish I had a mini-van! the Honda Odessy to be exact...silver...with a 6 disc CD player and automatic sliding doors).

Jack's blessing