April and the kids...

Gwen in all of her glory...

This girl... she never ceases to amaze me. She's full of personality, full of ideas and is a fun loving child. She loves to joke around and she loves to tease her little brother. She loves to be in charge and she loves for things to be her idea. I no longer have anything to do with what she wears. The other day she put on layers after layers in 75 degree weather. But she didn't mind, so why should I? She loves to tie things in knots and she loves to dress up. She is the bag lady and carries around multiple bags at once, all of them stuffed to their capacity with her little treasures. She loves every single stuffed animal and doll she owns and most of them make it to her bed at night, leaving no room for her. But she doesn't seem to mind, so again, why should I? She is so sweet with Otis. She often asks where he is and gives him loves. She has been a big help since Otis' arrival. Now if we can just work on the teasing with Oscar...  Gah! This is going to get the best in me.

She admires her daddy and can't get enough of him. The other morning I woke up to a sad little voice calling out "Dad? Dad? daddy? Daddy?" I went to check on her and she was still in her Dora pajamas with her pink cowgirl boots carrying two water guns. I asked her what was wrong. She replied "I wanted to give this gun to dad". It turns out that Jay was leaving for work and he was wearing his cowboy boots, Gwen saw this ran upstairs put on her pink boots like her dad and grabbed the water guns. Jay didn't know what she was doing and called her name to say goodbye, but she didn't answer, so he left. So when she came back downstairs and was calling for him, she was sad as could be. And this is when I heard her sad little voice calling out for her dad. She adores him.

My main squeeze Oscar...

Oscar is TWO. This boy is lovable and playful one moment, and whiny and dramatic the next. This boy follows me around giving me hugs and kisses all day long and he'll often say "I hold you", wanting me to hold him, for no reason, just wanting to cuddle or a hug. He is the definition of a Mamma's boy.. When he "hurts" his finger, he will have me kiss that little finger in about 15 different angles, saying "right there mom, kiss it better". He has a smile that I surely can not get enough of. He's all about the "watch this" and "look at me" and "look at this", constantly wanting our attention and approval. He is so sweet. When he's upset, he's quick to react, but he's also quick to apologize and actually mean it. For example, he'll be in trouble and while I'm lecturing to him, before I can even finish, he'll say "Sorry, mom" in the saddest little voice with giant tears in his eyes. Which brings me to his tears... His tears are HUGE, filling up his big eyes then rolling down his giant cheeks. It's adorable. Oscar has taken a liking to Otis as well. The first week he didn't really care much, but now anytime Otis cries, Oscar informs me immediately that "baby crying". When we're at a park, Oscar has no problems with strangers and will often flee to those with food. As funny as it may be, it's rather annoying to be constantly telling him to not pick up their drinks or food. I love this boy so much! I live for his hugs and his endearing smile.

 

 

Some randoms...

Girls practicing their gymnastics... 

Sweet Lucy Lou

This little girl has her daddy wrapped around her finger. Here is is blow drying her hair.. just cause she asked him to.

 

Jade came for a visit :) 

 
Truman... such a sweetheart

This smile...

Otis... my little dreamboat!

I am in love... once again! This little boy is seriously awesome! He has made the transition to three kids a breeze. Okay, not every moment is a breeze... but overall. He has already smiled at me a few times and it wasn't gas and it wasn't by chance. I made a face at him and he reacted with a smile. It's heaven on earth! He has already got his first cold and it was the saddest to hear him try and breath. But again, this kid is a trooper and I still barely heard a peep from him. He's content, patient and already makes hilarious facial expressions. Like I said, my little dreamboat. I love him! I can not wait to watch him grow and see his little personality shine.

 

We had his two week appointment and he weighed in at 8 lbs and 10 oz. not quite back to his birth weight, and his head in the 93rd percentile. He got his heal pricked and he handled it like a pro. I could just eat him.