week 21 in pictures

sunday:

dave was a little bit tired. he fell asleep on the couch after church. layla drew a picture for him. I thought this was really cute.

monday:

dave brought me ‘my baby’ all warm and wrapped up in his ducky towel after his bath. I tried to hold him like a baby and convince him that he was still my baby… yeah, that didn’t go over so well. “no! I’m just a boy!”

tuesday:

layla, doing a cheer for me. excuse underwear-clad micah.

wednesday:

I NEVER let this happen. I’m usually super anal about keeping the sink empty and the dishes directly going into the dishwasher. wow. that was so depressing I had to take a picture!

friday:

for whatever reason, micah was totally wound up on friday night and couldn’t go to sleep. he finally passed out around 11 in the chair.

saturday:

uncle eric was in town and we had brunch with him on saturday.

more saturday:

they brought the kids paper and crayons while we waited. they had this wall where they displayed kids’ drawings, and micah and layla both wanted to have their pictures hung up. layla drew a very talented cook, flipping 4 pancakes at a time!

extras:

dave turned over the couch, looking for something. the disaster underneath was so disturbing I had to photograph it.
micah and layla went out to play in the POURING rain. he was so cute all dripping.
the sunlight hitting the trees out the back door one evening.
micah, moth full of chicken nugget at mcdonalds.
dave, showing off his mad happy meal toy flipping skills.

that’s that!

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for my not-so-american friends

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a blue period...

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how to clean your room

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so i’ve had a skeleton of this post bouncing around in my head for a couple of weeks now. i’m not even really sure what the point of it is, or what my opinion on the matter really is, except that it’s something that’s kind of irritating me. have you noticed that christmas has been, more or less, completely deleted? listen to your radio. watch the commercials on tv. read the ads in the paper. nothing. it’s like ‘christmas’ has become a dirty word. now before anyone gets their dander all up, this is not a particularly religiously-inspired post, not that i disagree with the idea that ‘Christ’ should remain the center of ‘Christ’mas. but that’s not what this is about. i’m a ‘word person’. i love language. i love the idiosyncrasies that that come with spoken and written language. i love that humans have the ability to string letters and words and sentences together to create something beautiful, or funny, or clever, or ANYTHING! it’s just a wonderful thing. i love that we can trace say...

finally!

here are layla’s curtains! actually up on the window! i have to say i’m quite pleased with myself for actually getting this done. but i have to give credit where credit is due… so thanks to my MIL for going to the fabric store w/ me and helping me with measurements and all that. AND, thanks to debbie for letting me use her sewing machine and for ironing all the hems for me! YAY!!!!

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