
Happy 31st birthday little brother! Hard to believe we are this old! I hope this year is good to you!









Here is my boy's best friend having his share of the fake baby bottle while playing legos.
And now we have the same friend feeding my little guy the nice, slobbery fake baby bottle. These are old pictures of course. The feeder is ready to start Kindergarten and the feedee is about to turn 4.
The girl WADING pool. Look how sedate, look at those unhappy faces, just sitting there, comparing bathing suits, trying not to mess up the hair, probably comparing who has the best pedi or something. Girl WADING pool = NOT FUN (side note: thats my dd at age 3 in the middle there)
In contrast I give you the boy WADING pool. Look here, whats this? Splashing, jumping, laughing, moving, rolling around on the tummy!! OMG could it be? Yes the Boy Pool = FUN! I tell you take a look at just about any pool or beach and you will see the same. Girls lolling about looking bored and boys running wild having fun. Why is that? (side note: I am not responsible for any of those kids in the boy pool. But the one with his back turned is still my girl's best friend. She is almost 7 now and that kid is 8)
This would be His Majesty, the princess. In his defense he was only 2.5 at the time and his sister was the one in charge of his wardrobe. Not to mention the crown and necklace had flashing lights and featured that hot babe, Sleeping Beauty.
His Majesty and his royal assistant, who is looking way to pleased with herself.

Wild Card Wednesday brought to you by the recently wounded TKW. This week's installment also features my boy, who is very wet eyed in this picture. This was taken shortly after he covered most of his body in black and green marker. When I started to yell (because lets face it I am not going to win mother of the year over my reactions to stress) he started to cry and began smearing marker all over himself. Finally I found my sense of humor and took some pictures. However I still cry over those 40$ stride rite shoes (they were a gift) that he had worn only an hour before covering the sides in green marker.
My cat Frank. He found us one day. Shortly after we moved in. He arrived at the backdoor and stood there until we let him in. (We are weird that way, we let strange animals inside). Since that day 8 years ago Frank has ruled this place. He had destroyed my carpet, blinds, couches, various throw rugs, and favorite blanket. Yet here he lives in total comfort. Sure I curse him (alot!) but for some reason we love him. This is where you can find him on any given day. Yes, thats my bed. Yes, his head is on my pillow and he has managed to tuck himself in. I guess I should learn to make my bed and these things wouldnt happen.
