I am a naughty girl.

My blogging has been lax.

What have we been up to???

Watching Walker & Warren chase each other around the house.

Learning how to cook and eat less processed, more whole foods - thanks to our family wellness coach, Melinda

Enjoying family dance parties in the kitchen to the likes of Beiber.

Suffering from very little sleep due to countless a.m. visits from the two little people living in our house.

Watching God change lives of our church family at Christ Community.

Fighting off a vicious poison ivy attack from the tree in our backyard.

Signing Walker up for t-ball and keeping Warren from climbing everything in sight.

I promise to try to blog more often...thanks for checking in:).

Warren is 11 Months

My sweet firecracker is 11 months old.

1. Warren wears size three diapers, 9-12 month clothing, size 4 shoes (although she never wears them) and probably weighs close to 20 pounds.
2. She sleeps in her pack and play in our master bath, taking 1-2 naps a day and snoozing from 8:30 p.m. to around 7:00 a.m. - with a couple feelings during the night.
3. Playtime consists of acrobatic stunts, climbing in and out of her exersaucer, swiping toys from her brother, pulling pans out of the drawer, absconding electronics, sticking her hand in the toilet when someone (ahem, Walker;) leaves the bathroom door open, strolling her dolls around the living room and hiding behind curtains.

4. She is still a carb loader with a strong disdain for anything mushy or squishy.
5. She would prob breastfeed until first grade if she had it her way.
6. Her most clear words are mama, dada, meme (milk), baba (bye), ball and yeah.

7. My favorite time of day with Warren is first thing in the morning, followed by the moment her daddy comes home. She loves her daddy.
8. She is extremely curious and adventurous, but she is still über attached to me.
9. Warren loves doggies, walks in the red wagon, Veggie Tale songs, chairs, playing chase and napping in her carseat.

10. She is strong. Very strong willed and active. Prob going to wear me out in the short term, but I love the fact that she will be a strong woman one day:).
11. Warren brings a heaping splash of spunk & joy to our family.

Warren is Ten Months

Peachie is rockin' the double digits.

Personality...Peach is full of energy and curiosity. She prances around the house (usually six inches behind her brother) with a gooey grin and caramel apple eyes lookin' for something to get into. Sister is resourceful. She is extremely independent, but she also has a strong attachment to two things - mama (me) and maymay (milk).

Feeding...still no bottles or pacis. Only maymay from mama. Around four to five times a day and once or twice at night. She doesn't want any part in mushy or squishy food. Girl balks at many fruits and veggies for that reason, though I keep offering. Lots of carb loading happening at our house:).

Growth...eight teeth and counting. Size three diapers and shoes. Size 9-12 month clothing.

Activity...Wren is running. And kicking balls. And crawling in cabinets. And standing on the dishwasher door. And closing herself in rooms on accident. And climbing steps. I cannot keep up.

Likes: being outside, eating food off the floor, playing in forbidden cabinets, chasing her brother, stealing sippie cups, looking in the mirror, dogs, garlic bread & mum crackers, talking walks in the red wagon and playing peekaboo with the curtains:).

Easter Sweets

Today was sweet.

It's partly because of this Peach and the three hour nap we took together after a yummy ham-laden feast at my mama's house.

It could also have been a result of watching pure joy curse through my son's face as he ran through the yard grabbing pastel eggs full of Nerds and bubblegum.

And it didn't hurt that this handsome dude shared the Easter message with our church fam at Christ Community.

But it's more than that.

Last night, I was snuggling Walker to sleep when he asked me if Jesus was in the tomb.

The real reason today was so sweet is because I could look into his sleepy eyes and tell him no, Jesus isn't in the tomb anymore. He is alive.

The truth is simple. And sweet.

And I am thankful for that.

Now if we died with Christ, we believe that we will also live with him. For we know that since Christ was raised from the dead, he cannot die again; death no longer has mastery over him. The death he died, he died to sin once for all; but the life he lives, he lives to God. In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus.

Romans 6:8-11

Brow Down

These eight little Davis fans are celebrating UK's 8th national championship in men's basketball.

Yes, that is blue permanent marker.

Please tell me you are familiar with Anthony Davis and the remarkable group of Wildcats that brought home the title last night. Love this team.

Tears of joy flowed across the Commonwealth the moment they sealed the win.

No, really.

No more words. Just immense joy.

Go Cats.

Did you hear?

The Wildcats are headed to the Title Game in NOLA.

Brow Down.

Easter Gardens

Today we did a craft with some precious friends. We created Easter Gardens - a la Pinterest.

Aunt DeDe told the Easter story. Then the kiddos broke out the soil and seed. Then they did what any kid would do at the part on a beautiful, sunny day.

They played and played until their bodies were smothered in dirt.

I don't think it's a coincidence that my devotional from Jesus Calling today referenced this scripture from Matthew 10...

I tell you the truth, anyone who doesn't receive the Kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.

I can't imagine how much God is delighted when we take a deep breath, let go of our worries and enjoy life.

That's what these little ones do best.

Have a great week, friends:).

Peachie is Nine Months

Slow down, Peachie.

You're growing too fast.

What have you been up to?

You are wearing clothes anywhere from 6-12 months. You are still in size 3 diapers (usually Pampers or Target). You wear size 3 shoes - not that you wear shoes much. I will update your weight and height after your check-up this week...

Your eyes are still brown but they have an olive greenish tint. Your skin and hair color seem to be just like mine. You have a grand total of 7 1/2 teeth. Your four bottom and three on top top. The other front tooth is about to break through. Not fun.

You nurse 4-8 times a day (including night feedings) - when you wake up, three times during the day, before you go to sleep and twice a night (or more;). You still won't take a bottle. You will take a sippie cup, albiet not much at a time.

As for food, you are a tad picky. You don't want to eat baby food. Only finger food. And you don't seem to like mushy stuff. Sister, you are a carb-o-holic. You love blueberry pancackes, toast, toast and more toast. You did eat an advocado slice this weekend and half a banana when I let you hold the whole thing in your hands. Small, but happy victory! I just never experienced this with Walker, so I am not sure what to do. Advice out there, mamas!?

Sleep is a mixed bag. Nursing and sleep are related. You go to bed at 8:00 or 8:30 p.m. You wake up to nurse around midnight and 4:00 a.m. (give or take an hour). And then you wake up for the day at 7:30 a.m. You sleep in a pack n' play in the master bathroom. You take two naps a day, ranging from one to two hours. Usually at 10:00 a.m. and 3:00 p.m.

You love to jibber jabber. So far the only words that I can say with 100% certainty that you know the meaning to are mama, dada and maymay (milk). Other than that, it's lots and lots of babble. Bababa, nanana, lalala, papapa... You have a song that you and Walker singer together in the car that goes "dack, dit, dack, dit." You also enjoy a good growl on occasion.

You took your first steps a few days before you turned nine months. You haven't looked back.

Likes: Dogs, brother, being outside, nursing, spaghetti, sticking your hand in the potty, playing in the basement, stealing glasses, giving high fives to mommy (BAM!) and climbing into daddy's arms in the morning.    

Dislikes: Being restrained (car seat, high chair), when mama is not around, wet washcloths on your face, diaper/clothing changes, squishy fruit, bibs.

Love you, baby peach!

Doll Babies

Playdates with girls are going to be ridiculously fun.

Dolls for doll babies.

Be still, my heart.

Today

Today was glorious.

The weather was perfect for digging in the mulch bed and having an impromptu picnic that consisted of cheerios, cool ranch doritos and a few mouthfuls of dirt.

Peachie wore a floppy hat.

Walker provided the entertainment.

I just took it all in.

Did I mention I made the mistake of listening to sappy childhood songs like Butterfly Kisses while I watched them play?

Yeah, I was asking for it.

I promise I pinched myself a couple of times.

I'm not always present in the moment. But today my mind never wondered to grocery lists or laundry piles. Nope, not even once. I was present.

I took in muddy fingers and an impromptu game of hide and seek. I crawled in the mud myself just so I wouldn't miss a single expression.

And I didn't even try to interfere or tell them who should play with what.

It was one of our best days yet.

All it took was a little water and soap to wash away the mud. But the good stuff from today is still there. The little memories linger.