Jack in a bag

No, this isn't a commercial for Jack in the box.  Its the true story of our Jack, stuck in a bag.

Okay so he isn't really stuck in a bag either.  Well maybe he's kind of stuck, but we promise it was only because he wanted to be.

See after getting him some new food, he decided it was pretty tasty and while dad had his back turned, Jack decided to take matters into his own paws.

 Seeing his chance, he shoved his head into the bag and started eating as much as he could.  With all his might, he pushed that bag of food around and around the kitchen, until he got it up on the living room rug, where it wouldn't move as easily.

And then he was able to munch and munch and munch.

Until Isabelle decided she wanted the bag and ripped it from him.  Those two continue to have a love-hate relationship.  Anything Jack has, Isabelle wants and takes, but Jack has decided to start standing up for himself.  He wasn't going to let her have HIS bag of food.  Moments later dad stepped in and took it away from both of them and for once Jack and Isabelle were on the same team.  Jack barked for his bag of food back, while Isabelle screamed because she wanted the bag more.

 

Until next time,

Angie

Isabelle Grace 6 months....

Another old post, I couldn't post at the time....

 

It is hard to believe baby girl is already 6 months and recently (the beginning of August) we had her pictures taken by Ashley West, a friend, a mom, a blogger and also an amazing photographer.  I highly recommend her to anyone looking to have pictures taken.  Her pictures speak for themselves. 

Here's our Isabellie debuting her 6th month modeling shots....

I know I'm her mommy but I could look at these photos all day.  How is it possible to love someone (s) so much? 

Until next time,
Angie

Love that laugh

If asked to share just one thing we love about Isabelle, it would be hard to pick just one.  But right there up at the top would be her laugh.  So pure, so innocent, so contagious.... and just the perfect thing to make one forget about all the troubles and trials that life can sometimes bring.

 

Here's a recent example of Isabelle playing with Michael in the car. 

 

Sorry about the camera angle, still trying to figure my phone out I guess. :-)

Until next time,
Angie

Wordless Wednesday: Mom, I got married

What do you say when your 7-year old comes home from summer academy and tells you he got married while he was at school?

 

Nothing... you're speechless.

 

Until next time,

Angie

Summer swimming

 

 

Last week, my sister MaeLyn and her boyfriend Aaron came to visit.  It was a fun week and with temperatures way over 100, we spent a lot of time in the pool.  Here are a few photos from the fun that was had...

When they weren't floating in the pool, there were water gun fights.  Thank goodness Isabelle was done swimming for the day as Aaron commandeered her floater to use as a shield.

It seemed to work very well.  Meanwhile Isabelle had fun watching them and playing with her baby doll.

And Michael had fun too.  Here he is showing me how wet he got with the water guns and how dad's water shoes fit him (perhaps a tad big).  I guess he must have forgot he was already wet from swimming. 

 

It was great having MaeLyn and Aaron visit and for a few days we got to spend quality time.  There were so many moments that made me think about last summer when we got to spend many weeks with them, and although we wish they were here for just as many this summer, we are thankful for the 7 days we got to spend.

 

Until next time,

Angie

Michael's artwork

Earlier this spring Michael, (Michael's artwork), was selected as one of only 2 pieces of artwork from the Kindergarten class at his school to be honored at a district-wide art show.

 

We were, still are actually, very proud of Michael for being selected, and were so happy to go with him to be recognized for his work.  Sometimes being the middle child, he doesn't always get the attention his older brother and younger sister get, so it was nice to have an evening that was all about him.

 

He was very proud too and it was so nice to see him celebrate his accomplishment.

 

Here are a few photos of Michael by his masterpiece.... a shape cat.  He could only use circles, squares, rectangles and triangles to make the picture.  We think he did a great job.

 

 

Congrats Michael.  We love you and are so proud of you!

Until next time,
Angie

Me me...

I'd like to introduce you to Me Me.

Here's Me Me  in time out.  Notice she doesn't really get the point yet.  This is after I found her standing on top of our glass coffee table throwing her books off one at a time.

Yes, she may look like Isabelle but we've decided to start calling her Me Me.  When she's not walking around the house shouting Mama she's instead saying Me Me.  Yes it is her new favorite word, actually sentence and it is very clear what she wants.  Whatever she is chasing after, pointing at, or trying to rip from Gabriel, Michael, or even Jacks hand (paws) is what she wants.  By firmly saying ME ME over and over and stomping her feet, it is clear she means business. 

I think Jarrett and I realize we are in for a whole new world with having a little girl.  People keep telling us raising a girl is a whole new ball game and we are starting to realize what they mean.  Perhaps it is that she is only 1.5 years (even though I hope we've entered the stage of the terrible two's already), How can she get any more crazier?  It is clear she is starting to develop her own personality and desire to always get what she wants.

 Just this past week, I was so lucky to get to experience a complete melt down at the mall.  I hope other parents can relate to this level of melt down.  I wouldn't let her "play" on the escalator so she decided to scream from the top of her lungs, arch her back and become limp like a soggy bun, the trick she often uses to get down from being held.  As I put her down to hopefully have the screaming stop, she threw herself on the floor and had a complete kicking and screaming fit.  Awesome. As I looked around to see the other parents, grandparents and store workers looking at me; you know, with that look of, "Can't you please do something about your terribly behaved child?"  I could only smile.  I guess that's the self-protective way to avoid the embarrassment of the situation.  So smile I did, as Aaron just a few feet away joined in and just laughed.  Thankfully the melt down ended a few minutes later when we were able to escape the mall.

While they say each day is an adventure, raising "Me Me" definitely is.  It is true that we never know what she's going to get into, demand or share with us each day.  And while the repetitive Mama and Me Me can get a little numbing, we love her more with each fit and can't imagine one day without her.

Until next time,
Angie

(This post only took me thirty minutes, about 20 minutes longer than it should have.  Between stopping Isabelle from trying to high kick Jack, throw his food across the floor and her hitting the power off button on the computer so I had to start all over, I figure 30 minutes is pretty good.  Now I must go because she's carrying around my phone and I've learned the hard way a tile floor and an I-phone getting thrown on it don't mix well).