Saturday, May 15, 2010

Daddy - Cadie nap

 Today we held a yard sale. It was a circus. Of course my husband had scout stuff to do that I didn't know about but I should have expected because why not? So I was trying to run a yard sale with four kids running around and the temperature steadily rising and the shade steadily disappearing. At 1:00 Carl called to say he was on his way home and I told him to pick up the sign on his way. We were tired, hungry, and sunburned and just wanted to go in to the A/C.

But... one thing kept me smiling the whole time. Connor did NOT like the fact that I was selling a bunch of old boy clothes that no longer fit him. He kept sneaking them under his shirt, running into the house, and then coming out wearing something that "still fit." The funny thing is that several times he came out crying because he got stuck in whatever it was that he was trying to put on. I wish I had taken pictures of that.

What I do have pictures of is the way that Carl babysat Cadie while I made lunch. After a few minutes of quiet I came in the family room to see this:

Nice. I wish taking care of the baby was that easy for me.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Chloe is 5!!!

This is Chloe on her last night of being 4:

And this is her as a 5 year old:

For some reason, she just seems so much older to me. Every time I look at her and listen to her talk, I can't believe I have such a grown up little girl! She has so much to say, was I listening before?

Anyway, here are some more pics from us getting ice cream on Saturday:

Uh-oh Cadie...

Last month when we were visiting Aunt Itsy and her family, Cadie tried to get in the dirt pile while Uncle Danny was sweeping. Instead of telling her no, he started saying uh-oh Cadie, uh-oh. I laughed and said, does that work better than 'no'? But actually, it did work. So now whenever she starts getting into something, we tell her uh-oh Cadie, uh-oh. Of course, she just thinks it's funny, but at least she pauses for a few seconds to laugh at us. That's when we run to get her out of the dishwasher, off my sewing table, or away from the garbage.

This is when she pulled the tablecloth off the table and broke a bowl. She was kind of worried about it, until I told her uh-oh Cadie, uh-oh! Then she smiled. I love that little smile.