What a difference...two and a half months makes???

What a difference indeed. 

when it rains...call a plumber...and a pediatrician.

Why do kids put things in their mouths?  My FOUR year old swallowed a penny today.  Yep, a penny.  Gross.  Trying really hard not to think about all of the funk that was on the penny that he found in the laundry room while he was suppose to be napping.  Eww.  Why, oh why, sweet child.  He immediately panicked, and so did I.  So much so that I pulled his dad off of a conference call, so I could frantically tell him, "Ashton swallowed a penny!!! A penny!!".  Of course, my ever calm and anti-panicked husband tells me to call the pediatrician.  Duh. 

Guess what I get to sift through for the next few days.

Apparently, we need to "put eyes" on that darned penny.  If we don't see it by day four, we will be heading to our local ultrasound tech.  Good times.

Of course I am counting my blessings that the little daredevil didn't choke.  Can't even go there in my mind.

As for the plumber, turns out every time we have used our sinks (located in three different areas) in our kitchen over the past few days, water has been pouring out of a busted pipe in our garage.  Same calm husband discovered said leak.  Thank God. 

Might be breaking out the Cabernet tonight.  And maybe the bourbon before what I'll be doing several times over the next few days...

why a son needs a dad.

We have had this little coffee table book since Ashton was born.  Ashton LOVES for his dad to read excerpts from it to him.  Usually early in the morning or before bed, when things are calm.  The other day, they were engrossed in one of their early morning reads, and baby Hayes crawled over and climbed up into daddy's lap.  One of the guys, and not to be left out.  Not sure what I did to deserve this man and these two little men (and my sweet lil sass), but I thank God for them every single day, usually early in the morning or before bed, when things are calm ;)

Why a son needs a dad.

Some of my favorite excerpts:

• A son needs a dad to wrestle with him in the grass.
• A son needs a dad to listen when others have grown tired of listening.
• A son needs a dad to teach him to apologize for reckless words.
• A son needs a dad to lead him toward faith.
• A son needs a dad to teach him how to be a gentleman.
• A son needs a dad that allows him to question.
• A son needs a dad so that he will have at least one hero to lean on.
• A son needs a dad who will discipline him firmly and fairly, while loving him relentlessly.

favorite spot.

Hayes has an official favorite spot in our house.  The puzzle table in the playroom.  Can't find baby Hayes?  Check the puzzle table.  Cracks me up.  He hoists his little heiny up there, tucks his legs up under him and immediately sports a look of smug accomplishment on his little dimpled face.  Like, "Oh yeah, I did it.  I am AWESOME.".  Dear Lord help me when this child decides to start walking.  Thankfully, for now, my 14m old is totally content on all fours, or better yet, being carted around in his mama's arms.  Just fine by me...just fine by me.

It was time.

Beyond time. I had really been avoiding my sweet baby boy getting his locks chopped (as I prefer to refer to it.  sounds more dramatic.) for the first time.  People were starting to mistake Hayes for a girl...a lot.  Oh yeah, and he totally couldn't see through his six inch long bangs.  So, it was time.  Sigh. 

He did great.  So did I.

The before and after.  Hippie baby on the left and seeing the world clearly for the first time on the right!