Sisters

Brothers and babies

Beating the heat

The 5-10 days of hot weather that most Seattleites spend the rest of the year dreaming of are my least favorite.  I don't like anything above 68 and am counting down the days until I can start wearing scarves again.  During the recent heat wave people kept asking us if we missed our pool.  Not one bit.  The $30 Target purchase was the perfect alternative with plenty of room and it even had a slide.

Apparently, Sloane was looking for something a little smaller.

I know how to beat the heat.

Can't wait for fall!

Even princesses get time outs

If you don't hate your kids sometimes...

I used to judge the parents who had the screaming kid flailing away in their cart at the grocery store, stroller at the mall, or chair in a restaurant.  Now I understand.  It's very likely that they weren't bad parents after all, they just had a two year old.  Recently, as we were rushing to get out of the mall so we could go pick John up from the airport, I became my worst nightmare.  Sloane, who had just thrown my phone because I wouldn't let her watch the Mama Mia video on youtube for the millionth time, was screaming bloody murder because she was told she would not be allowed to hold said phone for the rest of the week.  Hazel woke up from her nap hungry and wanting to eat - now.  I'm rushing through the mall pushing a screaming toddler in the stroller and trying to calm the wailing babe on my chest, sweating my ass off.  An elderly gentleman walked up next to us and cheerfully asked Sloane what was wrong. "She's two," I said through a forced smile, "that's what's wrong."  He laughed, patted me on the back and said, "You know what they say....If you don't hate your kids some of the time, you aren't spending enough time with them."  Turns out I'm definitely spending enough time with my kids and this well timed piece of advice was just what I needed.  If I ever see that guy again, he's getting a big hug.

Painted pup

Coop loves to lay on the sidewalk chalk after we've done some drawing. It really spices up her look.

3 months

Oh Hazy girl.  You are three freaking months old.  It feels like just yesterday that we were saying hello for the first time.  Now you are turning into a little person before our eyes.  You are one amazing kiddo.  Happy baby - check.  Champion eater - check.  Great sleeper - double check.  You started sleeping through the night shortly after turning 2 months old and haven't looked back since.  I keep telling people I must have been really nice in a former life to deserve such amazing sleepers.  But, as your sister is starting to demonstrate, you make up for it when you turn 2.  You are warming up to tummy time but still don't love it.  You coo and gurgle.  You smile a lot and you have this amazing smile that lights up your whole entire face.  You stick your tongue out all of the time.  You are growing waaay to fast.  We broke out the 6 month clothes and there were quite a few items that were already tight on you.  Your rolls are too numerous to count and keeping them clean and dry sometimes feels like a full time job.  When you are awake you are constantly in motion.  Your arms are always flapping and your legs are always kicking.  On the rare moments that you aren't in motion you are usually holding your little hands clasped together in your lap.  You still rock the binky but often spit it out in favor of your thumb.  Sometimes your try to fit your whole fist in your mouth.  You love the bumbo and think it is pretty cool to be sitting up like one big kids.  You are amazing and we love everything about you.

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