Dance Pictures

Ballerina makes me crazy.  She is constantly leaving me without words, and she is testing my parenting skills in ways the boys have never, ever done. 

Take, for example, our experience as I picked G up from school when I was in a rush to get him to his baseball game last week:  I am hurriedly shoving everyone in the car at G's school.  Ballerina picks up G's bat and starts waving it in his face (yes, his bat) saying, "I got your bat Grayson!  I got your bat Grayson!  Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...ha!"  (Kind-of sang this...)

She was taunting him!  She is darn lucky he didn't grab that bat from her hands and wallop her with it! 

Then tonight at the dinner table:  "Daddy, so in the morning it is not going to be a wake me up early morning, right?"  Eric: "No."  Ballerina:  "Well, then...I was thinking there should be clothes for me on my desk ready for church...with my panties and bow and everything, okay...And, then breakfast can be French toast and you can cook it before I get up

Eric repeats and rephrases her requests to ensure he understands.  I try to contain my laughter.

Ballerina, she is a crazy cat, but she is a beautiful one with the most infections smile!  And the more she grows, he more beautiful she becomes.  

Man, I love her...

Not a prettier one around...

Just Another Night for Emers...

It is just another night in our household...

One where my brothers and sisters annoy the crud out of me... 

And where I seek solitude from their constant nagging!  

Man, sometimes there might be TOO much love in this house of mine!

Lessons Learned

Some lessons can only be learned the hard way.

Example lesson: The razors in mommy and daddy's shower is for shaving Mommy's legs, and it it is in NO WAY meant for you to shave...especially your head.

Well, you cut the crud out of the back of your head, and shave 1/2 the hair...this, undoubtedly, upsets you if you are 7. 
Oh, and you cry.

And then you cry more when your parents and uncle tell you that we are going to have to shave the rest of your head/hair to "even things out" and to "look somewhat normal"...Well, that makes you cry too.

But when the neighborhood and all decide to watch...Well, maybe that is too much!Nonetheless, lesson is learned - the hard way. 

And, I do not think he will be using Mommy's razor again...EVER! 

opening Ceremonies

 Take me out to the ball game...

Take me out with the crowd

 (See me in the crowd?)

Buy me some peanuts or a cousin or two.

I don't care if we ever come back!

Let me root, root, root for the home team.

If they don't think she's cute its a shame!

For its one, two, three times the fun...

 

When you are at your brother's/cousin's opening ceremonies! 

1/2 year

When you are a 1/2 year old, we celebrate!  We celebrate big. 

We celebrate with cake!

As much cake as a little girl a whole 1/2 year old can eat!

Dearest Rose, it is hard to believe you are already 6 months old!

You delight our souls.

And, you warm our hearts.

Oh, sweet Rose, we love you!

Texas Bluebonnets 2012

In Texas you take pictures in the bluebonnets in the spring.

You just do.

Sure, my kids probably hate it. Yes, we bribe them for 15 minutes of their time to indulge me. No, I do not have any issues bribing children for a good photograph. True, even with my bribes I rarely get a good picture...but...

Anyway, back to taking bluebonnet pictures in Texas...

You know, I cannot recall a year that I have not taken pictures of the kids in the bluebonnets. Shoot, even before I had kids my sister and I would drive around and take pictures of my dog in the bluebonnets.

And, when we didn't have a dog, we took pictures of each other in the bluebonnets...

Don't judge us... :)

This year, however, it is just the kids, and 5 pretty awesome kids if I can say so myself...And because I went back to look at the past years...here is last year...http://tinyurl.com/Bluebonnets2011

We are Lucky!

It was little Miss Rose's first St. Patty's Day!

Sure, she was looking for luck in the clover...

However, truth be known, we are the lucky ones...so very lucky that this baby girl is a part of our family - our sister, daughter, child - this St. Patrick's Day!