March so far.....

St. Patricks Day

Wouldn't you just be loving life if you got to stare at this sweet face everyday. We are loving her so much.

Sweet Cousins!!!
We had a great St. patrick's day. Started with green eggs and green milk. I went to Lincoln's school to take pictures (I do their website) Then Janay(my sister) came over and we had the kids play. Next the boys had hair cuts at that super cool kid place snip its!Next I tried my hand at corned beef and cabbage. Oh my gosh it was good. I loved it and would totally recommend. I had never had it. Sooooo Gooood! :) But I forgot to take a picture.

The other day......

The Note:
So my son has extra imagination skills. The other day he noticed the neighbors were out jumping on their tramp. He tried to get their attention by yelling, but he was too short and too small. He came in and asked me to please hold him up so he could talk to the neighbors I declined on grounds of being embarrassed. Next he decided he just needed a stool. He found one in the garage and hoped it would work. Still too short, so he thought he could put the sled on the stool to climb up, for some reason the sled wouldn't stay on the stool. (I'm making dinner and watching his little mind work). Then he has a little aha moment and comes running inside. "Mom I need to make a note, then the neighbors will know I am here" I comply out of curiosity of where he'll take this next. He gets his note and goes to toss it over the fence. I spy again.


Next he runs to the steps to wait in sweet anticipation, knowing the neighbors will write him any moment. He waits and waits. Doesn't hear them and comes up with another plan. "Mom, I need to go tell the neighbors there is a note in their backyard" I tell him they probably will find it later and don't worry about it. But he is very serious. So I finally let him go, but because of embarrassment hide out of the way so the neighbors don't see me. Next my judgment gets the better of me, and can't believe I let my four year old go to the neighbors alone. (I do know the neighbors, they are nice) So I come up behind him after he's already telling the kids about his note. Tell him its time to go and we head back. Again he sits on the porch just knowing for sure he'll get a letter back this time. decides he needs to put a string over the fence that they can attach the note to so he can get it. Waiting waiting. My heart is starting to ache a little for this sweet innocent boy. Next he comes in, "Mom, you need to lift me over to see if they got my note." I comply, knowing I need to stop this madness. He sees no note. Why haven't they written me back. He waits more and more. I finally get him and try to explain they may not write him back. Lets write a note to daddy, he'll write you back. No, he's my daddy. I want a note from a friend. I finally convince him to write a note to a friend, but he still longingly looks over to his string on the fence everyday hoping for a note from the neighbor. I think the move has been harder on him than I realize. I need to get him some friends. I caught him playing football with Ruby yesterday. :)