Cake

Wow. So I haven't updated all summer, but I have a great excuse. Her name is Symphony Joy and she was born on June 29. Adjusting to two kids has been so much different than I thought; much harder. Having grown up in a family with eight children I assumed that two would be a piece of cake, but if it is a cake then it is a one of those crumbly cakes that every time you try to take a bite half of it falls in your lap. It's still good, but a lot more work than you imagined when drooling in anticipation.

Emanuel is getting so big. He'll be two years old next week. He's running, jumping, laughing, and talking up a storm. Somedays I'm just floored by how fast this thing called childhood occurs.

Symphony is a sweet baby, she's very cuddly (clingy), but she rewards anyone who holds her with a beaming smile.

Easter 2008

Emanuel went to an Easter egg hunt. He grabbed one and was quite satisfied with simply opening and closing that one for the rest of the hunt. I thought he would be a little more aggressive about finding eggs, since hiding and finding objects is pretty much his favorite game nowadays. We spent Easter weekend at Grandma Kelly's. Emanuel is enjoying his very first PB&J in this lovely springtime chair.

bottom hairdo courtesy of aunt Ashley.

peace

chocolate chip cookie! yum..

Pretty please!
Nibbling nicely.. dude.. this is sooo good!
More advanced strategy.
His mouth crammed full of the last cookie; he felt it necessary to garble "more?" around the messy goodness.

cheerio war

Emanuel and I share a bowl of cheerios every morning. I man the bowl and spoon, he works the hinges on his mouth. I think we should switch jobs, because he doesn't seem that impressed with the way I control the cheerios. I let the soggy sticky O stick to the side of the bowl. I know. How did I pass the motherhood test with this kind of bad habit. In my defense, I never even thought about it, and yes, it is the inside of the bowl. He firmly believes that all cheerios should be constantly floating in the milk. Or in his mouth. Getting chewed and swallowed. But the evil cheerios sneak up and stick to the side of bowl. Trying vainly to escape death by drowning or chewing to hide under the table where they will be able to petrify before they to face death by vacuum cleaner in a week or so. Emanuel is vigilant though. When he sees a wayward O creeping up the side he slips he pudgy fingers down to grab it for his own mouth, if it isn't currently full, or push the poor O back to it's rightful place in the milk. Just one of the little things I love about this boy.

mosquito netting

Emanuel had a great time with this netting.


This cracks me up. Cute face.