beach babies.

there might have been a little child labor involved.

he didn’t seem to mind.

lucy helped me clean the pool.

sorry if it’s green by the time you get back, hubby. there’s still half a tree down there.  

i’d buy one. or ten.

(baby girl started solids)

since we’ve been married, i’ve been through one big hurricane and two almost hurricanes.

my husband has been out of town for all three.

should have added “in sunshine and in hurricanes” to our wedding vows. 

lucy has reached the game stage.

the “i drop it and you pick it up” game.  i forgot how subtle this one begins.  so innocent.  almost accidental.  that’s how they hook you.

the “i’m content by myself until you walk past me” game.  then i will bawl until you pick me up.

the “whatever is in your hand needs to be in my mouth” game.  paper, pens, spoons, glasses.  they will be slobbered on.

the “pull my brother’s hair and then giggle because it’s funny” game.  okay, this is a new one for me.  a sibling game.  and poor guy, he’s got so much hair. but it’s also a good defense mechanism. 

looking forward to the “you put me down in one spot and i mysteriously end up in another” game…coming soon.

i turned thirty yesterday.

at least someone was excited about it.

my husband left this morning.  for a whole month.

i miss him already.  

he has to do a school for the military, and as horrible as it’s going to be, at least he’s not in afghanistan.  just arizona.

(watching daddy pack)

the hardest part - he is such a good dad.  and my kids benefit so much from their interactions with him and absolutely adore him.  and how the heck am i going to do bed time with out him?

be safe, my love.  there will be three sets of open arms when you get home.

just caught oliver dragging his sister across the floor by her feet.

problem is she was smiling the whole time and started crying when i made him stop.

thanks for the help, sister.

between post-pregnancy hair loss and the fistfuls that baby girl yanks out on a daily basis, i will most likely be bald by my thirtieth birthday.

which is in seven days.

old and bald.

it was delightful.

a little of this:

and this:

and this:

and this:

(homemade by my man, yum yum)

and finally a picture of me with both my children:

and my mama:

love.