Tea Time!

Happy Birthday Bear! I found a steal of a deal on Living Social and bought Tea for Two at a local Tea Room. Charis got all fancy and we headed out for our date. The date was complete with a room full of older ladies eager to watch Bear twirl in her dress. She ordered Apple Cinnamon tea in her very own Birthday Cake teapot. And she drank the entire pot, complete with 2 sugar cubes per cup. I didn't figure out until the end that she was scooping sugar right off the bottom. Ha! This is her asking if more food is coming....she was so hungry! (or perhaps it was the novelty)

She ate her entire bowl of soup, 3 scones, a bunch of egg salad, chicken salad, cucumber, and cheese sandwiches, and a bunch of desserts.

My girls...

Not a serious face from this one... :)

6 months! Cute man is already 6 months!! Weighing in at almost 18 pounds, already in 9 month clothing. Too cute for words, hands down the happiest baby ever.

His first 2 teeth popped up at 4 months, and he's got one on top and three more coming in on that top row.

His sisters are seriously in love with this boy. Care Bear is amazing with him, drawing pictures for him constantly, talking with him and "teaching" him his letters. A-Bean reads to him and calls him her "baby butter." I'm so thankful for sweet sisters that don't mind getting drooled on. He's managed to get a handful of their hand wound around his chubby little fingers more times than I can count and neither one has cried, fussed, or complained. Last time he came away with a few of Care Bear's hairs and she just laughed.

Love having this sweet baby around....love it...

There's none like her...

Rough 'n' tumble, her voice often residing at a decibel level that will cause ringing of the ears, tough, adorer of babies, full steam ahead, a mind of her own (okay, stubborn), generous beyond her years, brutally honest, and a regular comedian...

She makes me laugh hysterically, sigh deeply, pray regularly, and well, clean constantly. She will literally give you her last cookie, or even every cookie. She copies what she sees (which serves as a very humbling mirror of my own behavior) and despite that, she has demonstrated grace more times than I can count.

Just tonight, after getting a stool, reaching my drink on the countertop, spilling it everywhere and then confessing before being discovered, I had one of those mommy moments. You know, the ones when your child does something so incredibly funny while you are disciplining them and you have a hard time stifling the laughter? I actually had to hide my face and pretend to cough.

As I sternly reminded her that she is NOT allowed to get things off the counter without permission, she gave me a very serious, yet confused look. So I asked, "Are you allowed to get things off the counter without asking?" She quickly replied, "No. I asked Major."

Somehow I believe she did ask the 112 pound doberman for permission to taste my drink. I guess he said yes.