Mama and TWO Littles

Picnic.







Frolic.





Take pics.




(Rome's pic)


(Sable's pic)

Visit with Ben.



Blow bubbles on the plaza.




Have a ball.

The Littles

Are far too cute.

Mama & TWO Littles

Ride the zoo carousel.

Watch geese.



Marvel at tortoises.




Smile at crocodiles.



And rest on rhinos.

Mama & The Littles

Go to the KC airshow.

It was rather loud.



This little found it hard to deal.

Until his Mama bought him these, and he found happiness.

Pin up girl.

Pin up Mama. (Yeah right.)

The First Day. . .

. . .of the rest of her life.

That's how it felt. It's so huge. Starting school, for real.

Our kindergartener.


I didn't cry. She was too estatic with JOY to be going. It was impossible to be sad and teary eyed. But I knew I'd miss her.
And worry about her.
And wish she was there with us during the day.

And then she was gone.



Only 13 years to go.

Sable's Birthday

Sable turned two today and while I was so happy for her, it broke my heart to watch my baby turn a year older.

It's getting to the point where calling her baby is just a term of affection and not an actual fact. But I don't care. She'll be my baby forever if I never have another. She'll be 30 and I'll still be saying "Sable baby", she'll just have to deal with it.

Sable is kind and mischievous. She loves her siblings, and wants to do all they do - she's quick to let you know she does not want to be left out. While she isn't saying many actual words, mostly just names (she calls herself "happy baby") she can communicate whole thoughts and ideas with signs and gestures very well. We're all madly in love with her.

Since it was Sunday, we weren't able to do all the normal birthday day activities we would normally do - like Chuck E Cheese or going out to eat. We hung out and home and had fun there instead.

Red plate dinner.



Cake and ice cream. Even though she'd had her big party and cake the day before, we still ALWAYS celebrate on actual birthdays as well.



Birthday bath.



Jeff and I nearly killed ourselves putting together Sable's "BIG present", the Ikea bunkbed we'd had shipped from Utah. It SHOULD have been easy. But either we got a bad bed or something happened in shipping because all the slats that were supposed to easily slide into place refused to move at all. We spent hours pounding the things into place, Jeff was using FULL strength and still the darn (I'd LOVE to use a stronger word here) thing nearly broke us. But success, we got it together and pray it'll stay that way.

Sable in her crib for the last time. I nearly didn't let Jeff take it down.

"What if we never get to put it back up?" I softly cried. "I know" was all Jeff could say back.





We got the bed in the room, the room reorganized (mostly) and the sheets and blanket on. Then it was time for Sable to see her new bed, and actually GO to bed. Putting it together literally took about 6 hours.



She LOVED it.





So did Rome and Capri.






Happy Birthday Sable baby!