Daddy: "Who is your favorite princess?"
Liam: "Mommy!"

I talk a lot about Livi's ability to make people's heart melt, but I just want to emphasize how crazy adorable she is ONE more time. It's hard to explain it in words or even with pictures. And it's not only her natural beauty, it's the expressions she gives and the smiles she flashes at just the right time. She is definitely getting how to use this to her advantage. And if you somehow get through that and tell her "no", you get such a little temper. I honestly find myself asking if it's worth the fight I am going to get to say no to her. She will flail her body around and yell at you and then look up at you as if to say "How dare you, don't you know who I am?"

It's been so long since I took the kids to the park, so we drove on over yesterday. Let's just say we won't be back any time soon. I just can't believe how ridiculously hot it was already. It had to be somewhere in the 90's and the air was so dense with all the humidity. The kids still had a good time.
^ This was Liam being a peeping tom. There were some girls having a little picnic under the playground and Liam spent too much time staring at them through the holes in the floor. Occasionally, one of the girls would look up and say "He's still looking at us". Eventually, they ended up running after each other. My little flirt on the playground.
I always heard that boys just knew what a gun was regardless of their upbringing, but I never quite believed it until I had my own boy. I am here to tell you this is a true statement. I think we have done a good job of keeping him away from violent television. We don't watch anything when he is awake, save for the random kids show after naptime. He isn't allowed to have "shooters" as toys. I even find myself changing NPR when they start talking about the war and people dying. Yet time after time, Liam insists on pretending that every single thing that he picks up is a gun. Sandwiches, hockey sticks, baseball bats- they all become guns. I don't stop him from playing with other kids' gun toys or even from pretending his own toys are guns. I figure the more I fight it, the more he will want to do it. But when he asks if I want to play shooters with him, I politely tell him "No thank you. I don't really like shooters".
Let me just start by saying that a cast on an almost 15 month old is the cutest/saddest thing ever. She fell on Tuesday night, but a normal fall. She was screaming and grabbing at her arm. We just figured it was bruised a little, but when she kept grabbing at it the second day I figured we should take her in. Fast forward through various doctor offices, hospitals, and x-rays and it ends up she has a buckle fracture on her left forearm and needs a cast.







