Holly is adorable.
I’m not entering her into baby pageants, even though I have gradually started sewing clothes that are bordering on Wow Wear.
No spray tans for this pristine skin. No tiny false eyelashes on those blue eyes.
However, if Holly was in a pageant, she would win. Unless she rolled her eyes at everyone and walked off the stage with a book. Get ‘em, girl!
If we consider the truly staggering amount of information available online, it’s a little disturbing that I ignore so much of it to spend so much time googling “Pinterest fail” and scrolling through images. It’s not just the hilarity of the failures, it’s the big fat reality check in the midst of so much cuteness and perfection.
I don’t “do” Pinterest, but I do have a fabulous fail.
Mmmm, moldy looking green food coloring…rice crispy Christmas trees were impossible. But a rice crispy treat + red hots + peanut butter cup = tasty, and the boys loved eating them. Thank you, real world.
Holly was born on December 11 and I’m pretty sure we made these before Christmas or at least at some point in December…What was even happening at our house? Considering the circumstances, those are some fine looking Christmas trees.
During the winter and spring, I thought of summer only in terms of oppressive heat. How could I have forgotten how much I LOVE summer? Swimming and all things watery, dinners that center around strawberries and corn on the cob, and a general lassiez-faire attitude all around. Sometimes we “have” to go places, like the splash pad or the library. Sometimes we stay home all day, just because we can.
Before this all seems too perfect, let me note that Tate got three ant bites, Rush cried about a string cheese, and ultimately they both abandoned the big water-spraying ball that hooks up to the hose to disassemble the raised bed. (Note to Trent: We no longer have a raised bed for our garden, but we do have a pile of rotting wood and rusty nails.) I thought I was going to chill and read while everyone played (that has never happened) but I really only read about three pages over the course of two hours.
It was a perfect morning.
While it would be really nice to get some professional pictures taken of the kids and I would love to see them in all their finery, I might always love these pictures of them the best. This was the best part of their day, the boys climbing into the empty pool to snuggle and laugh with Holly.
Sometimes a when I meet someone and they find out I’m a stay-at-home mom, they say, “Oh, that’s a real job.” I know they’re trying to be nice and recognize that it is hard work to raise children, but sometimes I want to say, “No shit. That’s why I quit my old job to do it and why I would have to pay someone else to do it if I was still doing standard cost accounting.” (What in the world in standard cost accounting? Who can even remember?) But on the other hand, today I ate a popsicle with my lunch, got more hugs and kisses than I can count, and I’m not sure where my shoes are right now.
But on the other hand…THERE IS NO OTHER HAND!
