I don't care

I don't care if people spell her name wrong {the "boy" way}
and
I don't care if people think she's a boy because she's in blue.

I love her.

and I love her in blue.

from here on out I *might* only buy blue dresses. We'll see.

on a side note it's a shame most of my favorite pictures are from my phone and therefore not the greatest quality {as if our camera were really that much better}.

Princess Party

Last week my sister and neice came to visit for a few days. It was pretty much an all-girl princess party, and when Michael got home from work he was our chauffer {because princesses don't drive themselves around. . . . . . duh!} And boy did we have FUN!!

The "Royalty"

Rylee's first time in a pool- she did GREAT! I was a pleasantly surprised.

We, of course, had to fit a SeaWorld trip into our schedule. Ella loved the Shamu roller coaster.

and giving Rylee a "baff"We also went to the Japanese Tea Gardens, which I've been wanting to check out for a while now. It was very pretty. Ella enjoyed going on a 'hike' and of course, being the leader.

We got a little bit of crafting in, lots of talking and 'loves'

It was so fun to see Ella with Rylee. She loved holding her 'all by herself' as long as she wasn't crying - covering up her mouth helped :) if she did cry, Ella was quick to tell me Rylee wanted her "Pinky"

Other highlights from the visit was Ella learning to use a camera, and purposely taking pictures of suit cases, shoes, knee's, and "even the furniture" {When she wanted to take pictures of faces, they were in the frame} She wanted to strap Rylee in her swing so she could "push her really high" we're not quite ready for underdogs just yet. And books books books.

Thanks for visiting, come back soon!!!

Just For You

Just For You by Mercer Mayer was my FAVORITE book as a child. You could say Little Critter and I were BFF's {besides my two imaginary friend twin sisters}Not only did I have the book, but I had the video. {still shots of the pages- nothing to fabulous aside from giving my Mother's voice a rest} I'm sure I watched it multiple times a day and when it came to the end I would pause the video and run, as Critter did, to MY Mom to give her a hug "just for her". Because I'm sure I wore my mom's copy of the book out, she gave me my own *brand new* copy when I moved out of the house {or at least shortly thereafter}. I could hardly wait to read it to my children. Almost a decade later here we are, reunited again.


A few months ago Michael and I were at a bookstore and I was trying to get him to understand my obsession. He didn't. Apparently he didn't have a favorite book growing up, but after MUCH coaxing he finally uttered the words "Where the Sidewalk Ends."


Anyway, I've enjoyed reading all kinds of books to Rylee. She tires of it before I do, but I'm certain, with time, those roles will change. At any rate, what is YOUR {or your child's} favorite children's book?

bbbbbbbut DADDY!!!

got what i wanted

My first "official" Mother's day!
For the first time in my adult life I didn't feel entirely awkward and stupid standing up in the chapel waiting for the chocolate I was going to give to Michael anyway.

Thank you Rylee for making me a Mother.

And Thank you to my own Mother for being completely awesome. We sure love and miss you.

canNOT stop watching

this:

excuse me?

This here bird thinks he owns the place. It lives on our roof, fence, yard whatever. I've seen many a territorial fight (with other birds, luckily not me) and it has a really obnoxious skwak.Little does this bird know, we live outside city limits and therefore I could shoot you. (ok, I don't know if that is entirely true. I'm all talk)

Some Stats

**All about Rylee**
At her 2month check-up she weighed in at 11lb 3oz and 23inches 70's-ish percentile in each, so, not exactly tiny. She cried during her "pokies" but thats nothing compared to what some of her cousins have dealt with. She slept the vaccines off and was fine the rest of the day. Here's some things I like, she likes, and things people have said about her, all of which are some of the reasons we love her. . . . . in no particular order.

She often finds a way to slip her hand or fingers under her carseat strap (usually her left had at that) I am addicted to "ruffle-butts" and "baby-legs"

She enjoys sitting in the sink while I get ready.

I LOVE her in blue {which may pose a problem - even if her eyes sparkle}

She has excellent head control.

she enjoys taking naps on her tummy, or laying tummy down in my lapshe sometimes likes her bouncer

and sometimes likes her swing

She ALWAYS loves being held.

She's kindof a binky addict - although you have to click on it or move it side to side before she'll really hang on to it

When she's 'grounded' from her bink she sucks on her fist or her arm but she hasn't found her thumb yet.

I love how when I give her her bink, expecially when she really wants it, she doesn't really know what to do with her hands/arms and ends up wrapping them around my arm giving me the tightest little kung-foo-grip-hug.She is just now getting to the point where she doesn't HATE getting a bath.

She has the saddest, funniest, cutest, pout you've ever seen. Seriously. Ever. I'm still working on getting a good pic of it, but beware her bottom lip. It has caused Michael to call for addional San Antonio Chapter meetings in his Push-Over's Annonymous Club. {although I'm quite the push-over myself}

She cries. No warning wimper, just cries.

She smiles and coo's alot more now

I love her smell. She doesn't exactly smell like a "newborn" anymore, but it's still lovely

When she wants to "talk" she'll click her tounge or make some noise until I look at her

She really does have hair! There is a decent amount in the back, very mullet-esk, which is even worse since she's rubbing herself a bald spot back there. I'll post proof one of these days.

My favorite part of the day is in the morning, when I'm not quite ready to get up yet she wants a change of scenery. I bring her to my bed and we just lay there nose to nose staring at each other - Just like the first time Michael brought her to me in the operating room, and we just stared at each other. No words needed.

A couple weekends ago we went to a couple quilt shops in the blubonnet shop hop. Here she is with her fat quarters and blue ribbon. {it says "my first bluebonnet shop hop"} All the quilter ladies loved her. I guess I'll have to wait til she can thread the sewing machine before I teach her how to quilt.