Emma
No, she's not bleeding to death. It is colored dye that doesn't stain. Kids toys are miraculous nowadays. I'll post about WHY she needed a bath later. It's a great story.

Brooklyn
Would ya' look at the fat rolls on that girl!

I find great satisfaction checking things off a "To Do" list. It has been amazing to me how long it takes me to get things done around here. Keeping up with the day to day chores plus cleaning hardly leaves me time to do the "extra" stuff. That includes the "to do" things that I actually find joy in doing. I don't paint very often or very well, but when I do it is very therapeautic. I sketched out this canvas before Brooklyn was born. (about 6 months ago) My Mom painted some of it for me while she was here helping out in October. Since then, the painting has been sitting in our dining room. I can finally say that as of yesterday, the task is checked off my list! I had no idea it would turn into a 6 month project, but it did. Now, I can move on to the next task at hand. No telling how long it will take me to catch up on printing pictures out and putting them in an album.
Emma and I went out to the front yard this morning to draw with chalk on the sidewalk. When we walked out a huge amount of birds flew over our heads. This was our conversation:







chunky balls of fat and smiles. Brooklyn was sitting in her bumbo recently and I noticed that she had fat rolls on her arm. I started counting...and ended at 4! 4 freaking rolls on her arm! That's about 2 rolls too many, but it's still pretty cute. If you click on the picture to make it larger, you can count 3 large rolls: wrist, elbow, and bicep. The fourth is actually near her shoulder, which doesn't seem natural to me, but I'm not a doctor. She's right at the 50th percentile on weight and size, so I'm not alarmed...just amazed.
of her, Brooklyn's eyes get really big and her arms go flying out in front of her like Frankenstein. She slowly moves her hands in closer for the choke-hold and seizes the rings. They are immediately inserted in her mouth for the next 10 minutes. For some reason, I really think her Frankenstein pose is really funny. So I will put the rings in front of her, she strikes the pose, I laugh. I then take the rings away before she grabs them and repeat the process over and over again until Allison tells me I'm being mean. I'll see if I can get some video of it for everyone's enjoyment.
river, and the geese. The girls chased the geese a lot. They also climbed a hill under the bridge several times. We went into the mill to browse and grabbed some flavored honey. Note: it's 4/$1.00...and 2 is all one person needs. Number 3 is overkill.
re, Murray picked up a local publication that gave us some ideas of things to do around Eureka. We pinpointed Lake Leatherwood and decided to go there. This is where we started our hiking. When we entered the forest, we notified the girls that this is officially "hiking". Emma kept calling the forest the "jungle". We told her that this was, in fact, a forest. She looked at us very seriously and said, "No, these are trees". It's hard to explain to a 3 year old that a large group of trees IS a forest. Murray did a pretty good job explaining it, but Emma lost interest in the conversation and started looking at the bark hanging off trees. We hiked for about 1/2 mile then turned around and hiked back along the lake. Lots of throwing rocks into the lake occurred at this point. We played around the swimming area for a while then loaded up the car again.
rd "dam" over and over again. Men never outgrow their inner 10-year-old boy. Never. Dam! We drove over the dam and snaked around to the parking area below. The girls enjoyed climbing over the boulders while Murray and I took more pictures. There were lots of people fishing, so we had our hands full reminding the girls (specifically Emma) to be quiet so we didn't disturb them. We left pretty quickly, though, since Emma yelled "I have to go poo poo!" pretty loudly. We rushed back to the car and hurried to the Dam Store (again, we had a good time with that one). Of course, the "urge" had left Emma, so we got some snacks. We ended up driving home (by way of Rogers) and calling it a day.
I have new sympathy for my Mom. When you become a Mom you start to realize all the sacrifices that your own Mom made for you through the years. The main sacrifice that sticks out in my mind now that I am a Mom is that fact that Moms just don't get sick days. This week is the first time that I have been sick with 2 kids. (besides a cold) I had full blown fever. Not 99.9 fever, but 103 spikes from time to time. Besides the fever/chills and a mega headache, I felt fine. No cold, cough, stomach bug, ear problems, nothing. After almost 48 hours of off and on fever, I decided to go to the doctor. Come to find out, I have a urinary tract infection. I had no sign of that, but there you go. My point of the blog is to see if anyone else out there thinks that the government should fund a babysitting/cleaning service for Moms who are sick? This seems like a great idea to me.
law that drops down on on the unsuspecting stuffed animal, only to have the weakest grip ever and slide right off the animal shattering the hopes and dreams of little girls and boys. Yeah..that game.
ouse, and all the kids (18 in total) were at my house with several babysitters. Logistically, it was difficult for the guests to drop off kids, get around the corner and get inside within the 30 minute time frame I allowed them. Anyone with kids knows time frames don't work. Ever.
he spotlight, but the big crowd slowly dispersed and became many smaller groups, much more agreeable with Allison's spotlight levels. It was a great night, and Amy (my sister) decorated the house wonderfully. We had Whole Hog Café BBQ and a cake from Rick's. It was a great evening.