Homegirl Got a Haircut.

Ben gave it to her all by himself!  Babe absolutely loved having it cut, but she hasn't been too happy with the end result.  In fact, the morning after, she cried and cried because she "does not like short hair."  Who knew?!?!?!

Every time someone said, "Babe, I love your haircut," she would reply with, "I do not like it."  Pretty plain and simple.  Thankfully, Ms. Ginnell was able to reason with Hadley and remind her that her hair would start to grow back very soon.

The morning after that conversation, Babe popped out of bed and said, "My hair is growing back!"  Ah, the little things in life.

Of course, her loss of hair did not result in a loss of attitude.

God, shape her stubborness for great use for Your Kingdom.

T-Ball, #2.

Harris continues to excel at t-ball.

I guess "excel" might be a bit strong of a word, but both his attitude and performance on the field are light years away from last season. 

He talks to his teammates, he warms up with the coaches, he can't wait to bat, he runs his little heart out, and he's become a pretty decent throw-er.



It's so much fun to watch him give his best to something and know that he feels good about it.

Of course, he still turns on the big crocodile tears when the ball isn't hit directly to him, but he's sooo much better at sucking it up and hanging in there.  He's even running after the ball, although he's still not super eager to jump in the dog pile and fight for it.  He's getting closer, though.

My sweet boy was even awarded the very first medal of the season!

I didn't get to see him actually receive the medal (I had Babe in the bathroom), but the smile on his face when we connected spoke volumes.  I'm one proud mama.

Babe, on the other hand, spent the game like this:

She's still not crazy about getting on the field, and even freaked out over having her picture taken (nothing new there, though...the girl hates being the subject of pictures).  In the end, it wasn't worth the battle, so her team picture looks like this:

She sure did rock her uniform, though, and to her that's all that really matters.

She owns the most expensive jersey I've ever purchased.

Nothing Screams Spring...

...like a Bonnet Parade!

I had the awesome opportunity to welcome Spring last Friday with a visit to Harry's school for the Spring Bonnet Parade (and by parade, I mean lots of children walking in a circle around the parking lot for about ten minutes).

If that hat doesn't have Spring written all over it, then I don't know what does.

I am so thankful for the confidence school has given him.  And for the warm weather.

Three Year Stats.

Babe had her three-year-old well check last week.  She's healthy. :)

And much smaller than I expected.  She weighed 29.5 pounds (37th percentile) and was 36.25 inches tall (24th percentile). 

She also cried the entire time.  Not because she was scared of Dr. Jackson, but because she didn't have the chance to watch television in the waiting room before we got called back. 

I can't help but love her.

Love, Auntie.

This girl.  She's digging the dresses.  Especially this one from Auntie.

It's My Party!!

Happy Birthday, Babe!!

Well, it happened. 

My baby turned three on Sunday.  THREE.  I still can't believe it.

We celebrated, per our tradition, with the birthday balloons.

Hadley was pumped to find her THREE balloons at the table when we came downstairs.  Harris was quite excited, too.  It's amazing what the Disney princesses, Hello Kitty, and Minnie Mouse can do for a kid. :)

Mimi, Poppa, and DoDo joined us at church to help begin the celebration.  After worship, we headed over to Los Hermanos for a birthday lunch. 

Along with good food and good company, Babe also received some pretty good gifts. 

She fell in love with her "princess snuggly" from Mimi and Poppa, and I'm thrilled with the adorable painted chair they gave her.  DoDo brought an awesome (frilly) pink skirt and matching shirt, with which Babe immediately fell in love...so much so that she had to change into it as soon as we got home.

She's a diva, that girl.

Even though they couldn't make it to the party, we so enjoyed getting to spend the first part of Babe's special day with our Trenton family.  We can't wait to see them again soon!

Babe's Party: Sneak Peek

Check out this sneak peek of my sweet Hadley's party...

More coming soon. :)

T-Ball.

What a difference a year makes.

Harris was all about t-ball this morning.  He was confident, he got after the ball, and he had a GREAT time. 

He ran his little heart out, did everything his coach asked him, and tried his best to get Babe out on the field.

Unfortunately, Babe was not so much about t-ball.  It was all about the accessories for her.

She LOVED her pink bat and her baseball pants, shirt, and hat, but had a massive meltdown over having to wear her tennis shoes.  She was sooooo upset that she did not have any "real baseball shoes," and ended up spending the majority of the practice in my lap.

Except, of course, when she was "swinging" her pink bat.

We came home and practiced a little more this afternoon in the front yard.  She's getting the hang of it, slowly but surely.

The girl really, really digs "swinging her bat."

We're all looking forward to next week's game...

Let's Get This Party Started...

Babe's birthday is this weekend.  Sunday, to be exact.  Because Tyler made a surprise appearance at the beginning of the week, however, we decided to go ahead and celebrate with our family on Monday evening...at none other than Johnny's, of course.  Cassidy was working, so it was the only way for the whole fam to be together.  She was thrilled.

She should have been, because I brought this beauty to share:

Babe loved it, and that's all that matters.

We ate pizza, opened gifts, and had cake.

Mema brought Hadley some art supplies and the cutest little fork and spoon that actually have human bodies.  Granti and the aunts and uncles gave Babe a couple of books, and Ben and I got her the bluray of "Bambi."

Harris picked out his own gift for Babe:  a jack russell terrier toy that whines and pretends to eat a bone.  While Hadley has enjoyed "walking" the dog, it turns out that Harris had himself in mind while selecting the gift.  He's been all about that dog this week.

Hadley's favorite present, though, was the Strawberry Shortcake toy she found in the bag from Mema.  It's' the same toy Hadley left at Mema's house last month, but Babe doesn't seem to remember.  Strawberry Shortcake is the best thing ever.

Thanks, Mema, for not throwing her away.

After all the singing and gifts and celebrating, while we were all enjoying our cake and our own conversations, Babe looked up from the head of the table and said, "Hey, guys...happy birthday."

What a perfect addition she is to our family.  I love that girl.



Birthdays.

It's funny how, before she was born, I couldn't imagine what life would be like once she was here.  Now, I can't remember how I ever lived without her.

She is silly and stubborn, demands that things be her way or no way, enjoys being the center of attention every once in a while, likes to pretend like she's "the teacher," still sleeps with her "Hortie" elephant, and began peeing in the potty (with no accidents!) back around Valentine's Day.  She is busy learning Georgia fight songs and old school stuff from the hymnal in Ben's head, knows what sounds all the letters make, and has a crazy sweet tooth like her Mama.  She loves her baby cousin Samuel (except for when he's in my lap) and her big brother Harris, wants to sit in someone's lap whenever we eat at a restaurant, and is an excellent hugger.  Every night, as we leave her room, she tells us she loves us "all the way to the clouds."  Her favorite radio station is "the new ninety-seven one the river," and cowgirl boots might be her favorite accessory.  "Yo Gabba Gabba" is probably her favorite television show, and she recently learned how to "move it like Bernie."  She has a phenomenal imagination and frequently pretends like she's a "mommy" or a tea party host and is making a trip to The North Pole or Build-a-Bear.  She sleeps soundly, sweats like me, and has the eyes and the dimples to get whatever she wants in life.  And she knows it.

She'll be three on Sunday.