"THE BLOGS THAT ALMOST DIED IN MY HEAD"
SEPTEMBER: I don't think you ever got to see Sam playing soccer:
Josiah wants to do EVERYTHING like his big siblings. So he was THRILLED to get this backpack from another sweet Josiah at our church who had waited for years for a Josiah to receive all his monogrammed goodies. We happily oblige!
speaking of Si, here's a HI LARIOUS story for you (pardon me if you've heard me tell it, but now you get visuals):
take this naked booty of a puzzle loving toddler:
and this beloved puzzle of Jesus's life:
and you get the line: "Mom, come here. I peed on God."
I bet some of you are peeing your pants right now aren't you? Not yet, well, check this one out:
Josiah's out of the tub, and tells Jess he's cold. Some people might decide to dress him. Others might get the packaging tape out and run it around him a few times and then look at his wife and say "What? He was cold. I fixed it."
And bloggers take a picture first, then yell.
You'd think I'd learn, but the other night he helped get kids ready for bed by dressing Si in a halloween lion's costume. It really is funny. When you're not so tired. Jess and Si are quite a pair.
You'd think I'd learn, but the other night he helped get kids ready for bed by dressing Si in a halloween lion's costume. It really is funny. When you're not so tired. Jess and Si are quite a pair.
A funny face for Aunt Alyse
Adeline Louise was named after her Grandpa Louis Swinger. Here they meet for the first time.
I just love this picture of me and my girl.
I didn't find a lot of unblogged Ella Rose pictures. Here's one of her pre-K class on a field trip:
(Si's in there too)
There. Loose ends tied up. Now to my bed.
3 comments:
Sarah I love your quote "Bloggers take a picture first, then yell." I am new to blogging, and I was thinking that, but now I know it's OK!
Also I love the one of you and the kids dancing at the wedding.
AWESOME pics! I'm so sorry that you are so sick and of course hubby is away. Can I do anything to help?! Bring you soup, Sprite, a gun?
Feel better, Eliot.
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