Friday, June 12, 2009


Here's a recap on the quirks and crazies of our week.

*Luke is convinced that a T-Rex lives in our bedroom. He also thinks that the same T-Rex is going to get in his room through a window. He tells me that I can throw it across the drive and not to worry, that it won't eat my babies.

*Paul is laughing. I know he's only 10 weeks, but when he's happy he's the happiest baby I've ever seen. He loves to mimic, so when we're laughing as a family, not wanting to be left out he joins right in. His big gummy smile and his cooing just make us want to give him more of the only thing he needs: love, love, love.

*I have reached my swing-pushing quota this week. Luke is in the awkward stage where he absolutely cannot figure out the 'pumping' mechanism. Therefore, I am his personal thrill provider and am beat with holding onto to the baby with one hand and pushing a big boy with the other.

*I have officially killed off the two hanging flower baskets on our porch. I made it three weeks maybe? My other flowers are doing okay, and the iris are about to bloom, so I'm not a total failure, but I'm still bummed about the baskets. Maybe next year :( .

*Mark has golfed twice this summer and is psyched that his scores have been decent/good after going so long without playing. Can I brag?? Did you Mark know has had two hole-in-ones?!!!

*I have to admit that I am in dire need of a night out. It has been so long that I cannot remember how long...months, maybe five? There's a Blue Moon waiting for me...any takers?

Have a good weekend!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Yikes! I hope the T-Rex doesn't find his way over to my house and eat my babies!

At least Luke doesn't insist that you sing the Little Einsteins theme song at the top of your lungs as you push him, although I could have Claire give him the idea.

I had no sooner bragged to Justin about my first flower blooming in my pots out front when Claire walked over and picked it.

Call the Smith residence for all your baby sitting needs. I will lock Justin in the basement with the terrible twos while I sit back and cuddle in total bliss with Baby Paul until you return.