Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Gwynn grew up over night as soon as Grant arrived home. She is our potty-trained, dramatic, two-year-old going on sixteen. Each day, beginning as soon she wakes up, she emphatically remarks that she is one of the eight princesses, which happens to change every few minutes. "Mommy, I'm Princess Fiona and you're Shrek. No, I'm Cinderella and you're Prince Charming. No, I'm Barbie and you're Aiden." Ah, the list goes on and on. Not only does she determine who we are, but she dictates the roles that we play throughout the day as we must remain in character!
Bart is Gwynn's knight on the great white horse. As soon as he comes home from work she can't wait to play horsie or hide in her tent with Daddy, among many other things! Bart has a twinkle in his eye when she runs to him as soon as he makes it in the door.
Life is good. Family and friends make it so special.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Gwynn and I are dressed up for "Hat Day" for the letter "h" during my school's annual "ABC Countdown." Bart caught seven fish on Memorial Day weekend. Gwynn was intrigued by the "big fish" that Daddy brought home.
Summer officially began with our trip to the Omaha Zoo on Memorial Day weekend. Gwynn loved seeing all the animals. Her favorite activity was petting the goats. We topped off the weekend with a family get-together at our house. Dad, Mom, Ash, Adam, Dalon, Amanda, Justin, Sydney, Parker, Jackson, and Tyler all came to play and relax! Gwynn can't get enough play time in with her cousins! They made the sandbox into a mud-pit (much more fun), played in the sprinkler, rode bikes, and ate yummy snacks. You can't beat a weekend like that!
Baby Grant is on the way! This is his 20 week sonogram picture! He's lying on his back and you can see his profile. Grant's due date is officially September 7, 2010. Gwynn is excited about her baby "budder" in Mommy's tummy. She pulls her own shirt up and declares "baby" as well. When she pulls up Daddy's shirt and states "baby", Daddy corrects her by pointing to his belly and saying "pie." We're having fun preparing our little guy.