Summa TIME!

Her nickname is Justin Bieber for a reason....

The receptionist at our Chiro office is walking in the Relay for Life walk on Friday night and asked Teague to color some luminaries to place around the track in honor of those who have/had cancer. I only have a picture of the bags as Teague doesn't really appreciate me taking his picture as of late....

The happiest non-sleeper-son ever!

Summer is here and I am excited about it. It means more time in the sun and swimming. It also means Ryan will be home more so we can tag team on our kids! Ha!

Lola: challenges me all night. She also waves bye bye on a regular basis. Is totally and utterly in love with her brother and everything that he does. And spends whatever time he is not around trying to crawl up my legs and into my arms. And I have come to the conclusion that her and sleep are no longer on speaking terms. The only thing she has going for her is that she is so happy and freakin' adorably cute. She loves her human paci in the middle of the night and I am trying not to stress about this because Teague was the EXACT same way until one night around 10 months he decided to finally sleep all night and he never turned back....I am hopeful anyway!

Teague: challenges me all day. He is so sharp. He tells me nearly every time we go to Tina's that he doesn't need shoes and I just say "Ok" and then bring them along anyway. Once last week I forgot them and when we pulled into Tina's I said "Oh shoot, I forgot your shoes. We need to run home and get them" - which he loved that longer time in the car because it just means he can have his paci for a longer amount of time (he only gets it in the car or at nap/bedtime now). So yesterday was the same ol' song and dance except I was in a hurry to get to an appointment. We pulled into Tina's and he says "Oops, you didn't bring my shoes. I guess we have to go home now" and I just said "too bad....you won't have shoes today"! Another thing I laughed about: Yesterday when he got home he came down into the basement where Lola and I were and he says to me "What's going on here?" - he and Lola wrestle and play so hard sometimes. She loves it, but sometimes he doesn't realize his own strength and so I often say to him "What's going on here?" to which he usually confesses his wrong doing (taking a toy, pinching her cheeks, etc.) Monkey see, monkey do...