Thursday, October 3, 2013
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
STEAMSHOW DAYZ.
oh my.
if you could create henry's perfect environment, it would include tractors, trains and being outside.
enter, the steamshow.
it was perfect for mr. henry. it is a huge tractor show + old-time everything + train rides + petting zoo. all outside in perfect, 70 degree weather. it was spectacular.
he cried when we left.
hallie loved it. she loved petting the animals and going through the old schoolhouse and church. she really, REALLY loved the hand-dipped corndog and fresh-squeezed lemonade.
i just loved watching them enjoy the day.
Monday, September 30, 2013
PLAYING CATCHUP.
this blog is supposed to be a virtual diary. something my kids can look back on someday and hate me for.
so, i'm going to play catchup on things for my personal enjoyment.
dave and i got to spend some quality time together at a cardinal's game a few weeks ago. it was so nice having some couple time. we met up with jen and barry from missouri and had a good time. we got to be on the kiss cam (!!!) which was hilarious, and then the camera man (friends of jen/barry) moved us down to the best seats ever. we were so close to the field. awesome.
where's waldo dave?
it. was. so. hot. like, blazes of hell hot. but still fun.
missed getting the fireworks by about three seconds. such is life.
the end.
Friday, September 27, 2013
WAIT! PICTURES!
meg's wedding. august 31st. hallie was a flower girl (out of two) and nailed it.
it was a beautiful, classic, downtown STL wedding. very meg.
CGC forever!!
Thursday, September 26, 2013
NO MORE PICTURES.
bummer, but..it is what it is. i can't figure out what the problem is and i don't feel like messing with it.
things are good. really good.
we've got a wonderful "nanny" that picks hallie up everyday after school. they go to the library or a park or somewhere super fun to play and do homework. they work on math and reading and do homework together.
it's really, really nice. really nice.
our nanny even takes her to her lessons after school, which means we have zero evening activities. it is like a whole new life for us. we eat supper whenever we want to. no more rushing to cook/eat before we have to leave again for dance or horses. it's all done right after school. so nice.
hallie still loves horses. she wants to be a horse trainer when she grows up. she loves her new hiphop class at the new dance studio. we switched for a million reasons and have not once regretted it. she's having the time of her life. no more sadness about dance. it's life changing for her, and us.
henry is...well, he's two. he has moments of defiance that are hysterical and frustrating. he is so sweet and smart and talking so much. he loves a particular dora book and wants us to read it to him all. the. time. and by read, i mean that we're supposed to say, "where's the yellow fish? where's dora?" and then he points. if you take too long to ask him, he does it himself, "weeeeehs da tchicken?" it's ridiculously cute.
dave is home more and the activity-free evenings mean we have more time for family time.
we went to a cardinals game with wonderful friends on tuesday night. felt young again :)
i need to deep clean my house, but decided to put it off for a few years until i'm not tired anymore.
my monday night class is killing me. the workload is light, but the drive to springfield every, single monday makes for an extremely long night for me. i'm so tired. not loving school right now. i think online classes are where it's at. i am an online girl. give me my couch, laptop, some tea and a fuzzy blanket and i'm set. only a few more months though. i can do it.
speaking of cooking (waaaay above), i don't feel like it anymore. i need to be back in a groove. i did good last night. everyone was happy, except henry, who doesn't eat anything (except chicken nuggets, granola bars, fish sticks (!!), pancakes and various fruits. and beans.).
i have so many precious pictures to share, but have to find out a way to stop my server from rejecting them. hmm. any hints?
the end.
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