laundry day

This is what I call a "laundry-day outfit." They are not usually fit for public viewing. They consists of the last remaining clean top and bottom combination in the dresser. (In this case there were no remaining bottoms so we settled for some leggings.) She's cute, she can totally pull it off.

little snow bunny

My in-laws have a term they use to describe some members of the family. The term is "irrational self-confidence" and Cameron posesses it. Richard took him skiing for the first time last week and when he came home he said to me "I'm going to be the best skiier in the whole entire town!"

Oh boy.

But since I love skiing and have practically given it up the last few years, I do have high hopes that Cameron will love to ski and do reasonably well at it. It is our only hope for getting Eli to ski, if he sees how much Cameron enjoys it. We have no doubt that Miriam will love flying down the mountain at outrageous speeds, so perhaps that will also motivate Eli.

Since he is only five Cameron was able to get a season pass for free. He shows it to anyone interested with great pride. We'll see how his confidence is when he gets off the bunny hill. But he is pretty cute with his little skis and his big smile.

speaking of growing up...

October 2007

We got this little suit as a hand-me-down from a friend. Cameron, like most little boys, gets a thrill out of looking just like his dad on Sunday.

piggies

I put this to you: Is there anything cuter than pigtails? Nope. I think not.

festive Friday

Friday was a day of Christmas parties. We kicked it off with Eli's preschool party, with special guest SANTA CLAUS. Eli is gradually warming up to him. He's met him twice this year and both times successfully told him what he wants for Christmas. (An improvement over last year.) What did he ask for? A dinosaur. This was news to me, I guess Santa better get on that.

Next up was Cameron's kindergarten Christmas party. I was in charge of games, thus giving Cameron authority to be his usual bossy-center-of-attention self. His classmates quickly reminded him "Just 'cuz your mom is here doesn't make you in charge!" Ha. I was expecting Cameron to be different in his classroom environment. But he was just the same little Cameron.

Lastly was Richard's office party. There were three categories for a dress-up contest. The first was "Old Fasioned Christmas", the second "National Lampoon Goofy Christmas" and then a "Festive Hat." Finding costumes when you are pregnant and your husband is reluctant is less than desirable so I settled for a glitter-disaster of a hat I found at the dollar store. But I did win the contest! (Well, it was a three-way tie with the other two people wearing hats.)

just growin' up

When I bought the shirt that Mira is wearing in the picture above it was so cheap I bought it in the 6-9month size as well. Here she is, almost exactly one year later. (Yes, still wearing 6-9mo. clothes.)

Normally, at this point I would sigh with regret as I mourn the loss of her infancy and reluctantly welcome her to toddlerhood. In the past I have commented to Richard about starting to feel baby hungry again. Hungry for the tiny little newborn. How lucky for me that I only have to wait 16 weeks! (Said with the slightest hint of sarcasm.)

tight jammies

I've probably mentioned Cameron's love for tight-fitting clothing. His single fashion motto is "The tighter the better." Unfortunately he is built like a string bean and tight clothes on skinny people just make them look more skinny. But because I love him I allow him to indulge himself in tight pajamas. He loves "tight jammies."

Because he loves all things sleek, he hates his winter coat. He calls it the "puffy coat" and it is a fight each morning to get him to wear it.

Today is pajama day at school and of course he insisted on wearing his new fire engine "tight jammies." I allowed it because it is what makes him happy but I have had anxiety all day that the other kids at school aren't so impressed and that he might get teased for being so slim.

The combination of the puffy coat and the skin tight pajama bottoms was enought to make ME want to laugh this morning.

I hope he has a good day.

a [nearly] perfect Saturday

Last Saturday life afforded us the rare kind of day that epitomizes middle-class suburban America.

We all slept in. Then we went for a late breakfast at IHOP. Almost everyone in the restaurant was wearing blue and orange. I love that feeling of community unity. The kids were even well-behaved and actually ate their food. We went to pick out a Christmas tree and it had snowed all morning so they were flocked and beautiful. We listened to Christmas songs. When we got home we sat down together and watched the BSU football game. After dinner we cleaned up the house and decorated the Christmas tree. Then Richard read "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" to the kids and I swear my heart grew three sizes as well.

I say nearly perfect because of course I didn't get any laundry done, the kids dragged their feet when it was time to clean, and Eli didn't eat any of his dinner. But it was completely satisfying in spite of it's imperfection.