sissy, sissy , sissy

over the last few weeks dane has turned into something else. the tempers, the tantrums, the attitude, the everything. he is like a completely different kid (i know that is probably wrong, but to a mother who is pregnant the world is always going to end). at school pickup i am normally greeted with "he did awesome today" which has quickly changed to "he has been a pill since the minute you dropped him off".

yesterday at drop off he cried at the transition, and was having a very hard time cooperating to go upstairs. i ran back in to talk to his speech therapist, and 4 minutes later when i walked out to the car... he was still screaming and had only made it up to the third step. i couldn't help but laugh. his stubbornness has turned into a joke. it's ridiculous.

lucky for me, picking him up was pleasant. he ran down the stairs yelling "mama" with a huge grin on his face. nothing feels better than being greeted like that. nothing. after our warm embrace he immediately grabbed a paper out of his bag that his teacher was holding and darted for the car yelling "sissy!". i quickly stopped him from running into the parking lot to find this sweet number in his hand.


his teacher started laughing and informed me that after he had done his coloring she randomly cut it into a heart. as soon as dane saw the heart he screamed over and over again "sissy! sissy! sissy!". she took it as a note to address the beautiful piece of art to his sissy. he carried it around the rest of the day calling out for her.

to say he was disappointed when she wasn't in the car when we got there is an under statement.

under that recent rough exterior is still a mushy warm heart... that i know will always be there.


at first i thought it was so sweet that he would associate the heart with how much he loved his sister.. but after finding this picture of emmy.. i realized he associated it with her current obsession. hearts. can you even believe this chick? heart shirt, heart pants, heart socks.. none of which match, and still she could care less.

hilarious.

be mine

valentines's is just one of those holidays for me. now that i have kids.. it's just another day to shove ridiculous amounts of candy at them. and believe me, dane does not need one more piece of candy in his life.

not that either of these ideas are better than candy, at least it wasn't candy. that's what i keep telling myself.

ems had her preschool party today and she was beyond thrilled to hand out these bad boys. for once she went with something i wanted. it made my heart sing since it was so out of character for her. the girl has got an opinion. let me tell ya.

the hardest part about them was getting a decent picture of emmy. her eyes and the camera do not mix, but i love this little "i'm day dreaming" look she gave me. ended up being perfect.

i love that we added the crazy straw last minute. it just gave it an extra element i thinking it needed. it was too bare bones with just the bottle of crush. the kids in her class loved them too.. let's just hope their parents feel the same!

dane's was a little different for me. he goes to therapy three days a week, and see's multiple therapists a day. the problem we faced though, was that he doesn't always see the same girls. with the exception of his speech, the others are just a hodge podge of rockin ladies playing with my little man. i knew i had to do something cheap and small because they have quite the staff over there at conerstone.

i made a few boxes worth of muddy buddies, slapped a heart on a few clothes pins i had laying around, bagged em and called it good. they were adorable. largely in part to do with that cute little face of his. when i picked him up three hours later today they were completely gone, and all that ws left on the basket was a note that said "warning, made with peanut butter". hope we didn't send anyone to anaphylactic shock! i know we didn't.. i'm sure i would have heard about it. right?

the best part of all though... i finally got crafty again! if you can call this that. it felt good, it's been far too long. i have projects and projects stowed away in the to-do pile but i have had zero motivation to tackle them. this might have just given me the itch.

hope you all have a happy valentine's weekend.

buzz

so there are no excuses. this poor old blog has been most definitely neglected. so for the three people who still read (hi sisters), i thought i would indulge you this once. can i promise that another two months wont go by before i post again.. probably not. a non promise can't be broken.. and lately i haven't been keeping good on my promises. just ask my mother in law.

can you even believe this face though? dane is a serious riot these days. he is for sure going to be my handful. he is a runner. or a non-walker if you will. runs from room to room, place to place, never stopping. i'm exhausted, but i love it. mostly because of the way his cheeks jiggle when he does. never seen anything cuter.

the two's are definitely amongst us. our tantrums go from 0 to 50 in 2.5 seconds, and we clearly know how to get what we want. some days i'm too tired to fight it, and others i just like to see this face above when he goes on the naughty wall. which he often puts himself on i might add.

side note- are you watching the bachelor.. i am, right now. why in the world in michelle so crazy!!!

sorry back to dane.

although he is at times crazy, always pretty stubborn, and really good at pestering his sister and pulling her hair, he is also one of the most tender kids i know. he melts my heart every day almost to the point of tears. i'm not even kidding. he goes to therapy three days a week (nothing major, just getting caught up from when he was so sick), and the therapists there say the same thing. they are all women, and all fall for his ways and give into him on a daily basis. it's hard not too. he is a heart throb.

he is ALL boy, and ALWAYS has us laughing. i'm sure that he regularly thinks that it's with him, when in fact it is normally at him.

our own little lover. just ask sparky.