Monday, March 30, 2009

Are you really my kid?

Isn't it funny how the same two people can produce children that are completely different from each other?

This is a letter Max wrote to his Principal.

He was for real!

This is a letter Abby wrote to me, . . . after not listening.

Although this was her punishment, she was actually really excited to do it and smiled the whole time writing it. She even wrote her name on it and gave it a title "My Promise Paper". It was like a little project for her. That's my girl :), always in her own little world and always doing projects.

This is a picture Charlie drew.

Me: Tell me about this picture Charlie.

Charlie: This is Abby and you are holding me and I was a baby. The baby Charlie was painting, not on the wall, it was on paper. One wall has paper and the other doesn't. Charlie the baby didn't paint on the wall or spill or make a mess, she was just painting on paper, that's all mommy, just on paper. Ooooh (pointing to picture and talking in a really cute high voice), I'm a cute baby Charlie.

Me: You are cute, I love it Charlie! You are a great artist.

Charlie: (relief and content on her expression)

later. . .I walked to the playroom and found paint spilled all over the table and wall.

Even though they are all different, I still love them all the same.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

I Heart Autumn!

My friend Autumn gave me one of the best gifts ever for my b-day.
Lushes Lashes.

I don't even have mascara on.
love them!