Happy New Year

This kid doesn't get nearly enough print.

He's cute and awesome

(except when he's not:  see tonight's "I DON'T REMEMBER HOW TO PUT ON MY PAJAMAS" epic bedtime battle)

But for now?  Cute.

Undiscussed milestones

In our house, we often discuss the "why don't they talk about this" milestones.

Rolling, we know.
Crawling, yep.
Sleeping through the night, for real.

But have they told you about the baby-holds-his-own-bottle?

It's the real deal?

And now for the preschooler?

We've unlocked the self-pump on the swing badge.

P.S. :  When you have three, this one is huge.

Get it Annie!

(And teach your brother!)

Baptism by Goats

Not really.

That would be gross.

But despite all my wishing, the logisitics of having one in "real" school, one in daycare, one car, and S having a newish job, my maternity leave plans for a weeks long roadtrip to SC never came together.

I'm so glad we were able to put a couple of days together over Christmas, for the vaunted Edwards tradition of meeting Ms. McDonald's goats (and chickens!)

(Don't ask about R's outfit.  It was the confluence of feeling potty trained enough to no longer carry back up clothes.  We called him a soccer player.  He accepted.  Mostly)

Wonder

I'm about as artsy as a Crayola box.

I can identify a couple paintings (hey there Mona Lisa).

Even some waterlilies.

But I can appreciate the newest art exhibit in town.

Named "Wonder", it is basically tailor made for toddlers, and visited by only adults.

So what do I do? 

I go once on a Mama-baby outing to check it out, and then Monday, I take AH on a ladies date for the museum and lunch.

I had her at Rainbow.

What did she love the most though?  Of all the beautiful rainbow things?

The tires.

Annie, I hope you always find beauty in unexpected places, and I hope that I will have the chance to have more "just us girls" dates in the future.

It's amazing how a bus ride and a bowl of soup can stick in a three year old's mind.