Yep, we've turned a page.
Three has brought the following:
In short, boyhood.
Little boy, I love you.
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You know the weekends when the sun is shining and a little love turns three and your party is perfect? Yep. Just like that.
Mommy loves you little boy. Now let me squeeze your butt. :)
{little cheeks are the best}
thanks for the donuts, Daddy!
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It wasn't 'til about age 4 that Emerson had any sort of timeout. She was, and is, the best kid ever. ever! That's not to say her devlish little brother isn't good. His teachers always tell me he's the best listener and his daily worksheets always have "good job" clean up stickers, but boys will be boys.
For a time there, Maxi Bear had a rough go. Not so much because he was doing naughty things, but because he wasn't able to calm himself down and Billy Webb and I really didn't know what else to do other than put him in time out. Thankfully {thankfully!}, those days are gone. Until yesterday when his butt hit the time out spot and the wailing erupted. Why you might ask?
Blame it on one irresistible chocolate bunny wrapped in gold.
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"Don't eat that candy, Max. You can have it after dinner."
5 minutes later, it's oddly quiet in the dining room and hmmm, where's Max? Is that him hiding under the table?
enter Emerson. "Pip, go over there and see what Max is doing."
"Maxi, what are you eating".....
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My sister and I once took an adult ballet class together {remember L?}. I distinctly remember losing all sense of rhythm and coordination and having the hardest time getting my legs and feet to do as they should in one particular pass-jatte-dance across the floor. Even still, it was loads of fun. Of late, "barre" classes are quite trendy for adults. There's a reason for that. Have you seen ballerina's legs? rock. solid.
Yes, I love dance. I love it even more so when little loved one's suit up and bounce around and practice positions. I wasn't the only one besotted by a little girl in her leotard. One little boy longed to be in the room, too. He and his beloved little yellow ball watched with envy.
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Warning: those not in love with video, look away.
I've righted all wrongs of the past and started filming my babies. While I love photographs and will always be snapping, I've grown to really enjoy re-living little moments through mini motion pictures. Here, I captured Emerson making cookies. She wanted to make a video and did quite well in front of the camera.
Enjoy. I do!
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