Samantha's Morning Hair-Do (or Hair-Don't)

It reminds me of Barbara Mandrell from the 80's.

The Two-Step

He will take 1 and then another.  Baby steps..... No rush Thatch, take it slow....

P.S. This is the best video I could get which has some interference from a dog and a toddler.

Silly Sammy

Bedtime can be challenging for Samantha (and us). On this particular evening Samantha insisted on wearing a snow hat, gloves and scarf to bed.  

The phrase, "Choose your battles" has never been so apparent to me since having children.

Later I snuck back in to see if she was still wearing all the winter gear, looks like the hat didn't make the cut.

While I Was Away...

Daddy spent the weekend at the beach with the kids

They all managed just fine without me despite the fact that Daddy ran into a wall and ended up with stitches in his forehead... 

Sarah's Birthday in VEGAS!!!

 

 What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas

JUST KIDDING

You can read all about these housewives of Santa Barbara here, well most of it ;)

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU

Mike and Sarah!!!

10 Months

Seriously, 10 months, ALREADY?!  It boggles my mind that in less than 2 months Thatcher will be a year old.  I literally can still hear my doctor telling me to PUSH! 

What's up with Thatch lately:

He likes to greet people with a high five and a wave.

Breaks out into random clapping sessions with the hugest grin on his face.

He bites!! (not so fun....) 

He can say "Ma Ma", "Da Da", "Sa Sa" (Sam), "Bye Bye"

Will eat anything except for bananas.

Likes playing tug-of-war with Lollipop. 

Entertains himself by throwing balls around the house and crawls after them at top speed.

Thinks Peek-a-Boo is hysterical.

Is starting to climb up on things.

Trying really hard to walk. He will let go and take a step or two before falling on his bum.

And he still is a total Mama's boy ;)

Samantha at 10 months looks like Thatcher with a bow on his head. 

Brave Little Guy

Thatcher had his flu booster shot last week and didn't cry.  He didn't even flinch.  He just sat on my lap, chewing on a pretzel, flirting with the nurse as she prepared the needle.  Then she stuck him with it.  This is the second time this has happened.  No reaction at all....

I can't think of any other positive to having chubby thighs than this. 

Ballet, again.

Samantha has been asking me daily to take dance lessons, specifically Hip Hop.  And when she is not asking to take Hip Hop, she is asking to take gymnastics.  I can't find any class that isn't during her nap time or while she is in preschool, so the next best thing is to do ballet again.   

 

Fun with Thatch