Here are some pictures of the last few weeks:
Jake came over for a sleep over, all the kids were out of control excited, they had so much fun.
Jake came over for a sleep over, all the kids were out of control excited, they had so much fun.
Emme came for a visit, we ate good food, played a little Rock Band, played a snorting game (this is a picture of Gracie in the middle of it), and watched favorite scenes from Arrested Development (Gob doing his magic). Millie loves Emme and it always walking around saying,"Emme, Grandpa, Emme, Grandpa."
Gracie got her hair cut, after months of me bugging her she finally gave in and let me do it, and she LOVES it. The pictures don't do it justice, she looks older and sassy, (I don't know if thats a good thing, but every time I look at her I want to give her a hug, she's so cute.)
Just a couple of funny stories that have happened in the last few weeks:
Owen is way into the playstation right now but when he gets stuck he starts whining hoping I will come help him. Most of the time I just tell him to figure it out because he can do it better than me. Well the other day, I was a little sick of hearing it, so I was being a little short with him, basically telling him to stop crying. Millie was trying to be nice so she gave him a cookie, well about 10 minutes later, he starts up again, and Millie yelled down the stairs as loud as her little lungs would let her, "Owen stop it, eat your cookie!"
Today I was trying to explain to Owen the difference between right and left, and I told him a good way to remember is that his right hand is the hand you write with. He looked down at his hands for a second and said, "You mean the hand I hold the remote with?"
Owen is way into the playstation right now but when he gets stuck he starts whining hoping I will come help him. Most of the time I just tell him to figure it out because he can do it better than me. Well the other day, I was a little sick of hearing it, so I was being a little short with him, basically telling him to stop crying. Millie was trying to be nice so she gave him a cookie, well about 10 minutes later, he starts up again, and Millie yelled down the stairs as loud as her little lungs would let her, "Owen stop it, eat your cookie!"
Today I was trying to explain to Owen the difference between right and left, and I told him a good way to remember is that his right hand is the hand you write with. He looked down at his hands for a second and said, "You mean the hand I hold the remote with?"