For the kids, the highlight was their first swim of the year.In the fabulous La Quinta pool, no less.
We made a return trip to our favorite Mexican restaurant the other night. We (I) had started a little boycott after a friend of mine had an up close and personal experience there with several dozen roachie friends last year. Trouble is, we love Mexican food as much as we love each other. The other trouble is, they have this awesome sand/play area for the kids to play in while we wait for a table.
Tangent: The first thing Neal said to me after they took Miles from my womb was, "his mouth is HUGE!" Not exactly what I wanted to hear his Daddy say upon first seeing my baby, but, compared to his not-even-six-pound body, his mouth was pretty big. He proved again today just how big he can make it. He was not happy about the lap strap in the yellow taxi chair OR the crazy blue cape around his neck.
But soon he settled down and sat very still for the lady while she trimmed. She finished quickly, telling him the whole time how handsome he was.
I have to concur. I love this little guy so much. Since he is most likely my last baby, I positively treasure the moments I have with him while he's still so little. It's hard not to grieve a bit, though. I read this quote in my book last night and it fit so well with how a woman can feel as she watches her last baby grow up. Mary is talking about her little boy, Henry. He's about 4 or 5:"No mother in the world could have seen [his golden curls] cut without tears, he was my baby, and the last thing I wanted was for him to leave behind his curls and his baby plumpness, the last thing I wanted was to see any change in the way he held out his arms to be picked up, the unsteady rushing of his fat little legs. . . . [But] when I saw the boy he was, and the young man that he might become, I did not grieve any more for the baby he had been."Except I think that fictional Mary Boleyn is stronger than I will be. I know I'll miss my baby when he's not a baby anymore.
This picture is so calm and serene, and life with babies is so often that way. Just mom & baby & quiet. I love those days.
Also, I have a bit of stuff to sell. I really want Miles' crib bedding to go to somebody who'll take care of it, so I thought I'd offer it up on my blog before it comes with me to the sale on Saturday. It's from the Chase Nursery Bedding line from Pottery Barn Kids. It's still available at full price on their website, click here to see more and let me know if any of you want it!
This week, I'm grateful for:
Popcorn during Willy Wonka (the old version). We had 5 kids singing the oompa loompa song for 3 days after this. Made me rethink my brilliant movie choice. :)
Tonight was the Fathers and Sons campout, put together by our local church unit for all the boys and dads. Neal took Parker, and I can't wait to hear about it in the morning. Last time they went, Parker talked about it for days. Miles was all set to go camping, too, until this afternoon, when he woke up with a fever. So he came out for girls' night with Audrey and me and some of our friends. We hugged all through dinner and headed home for bed, while Audrey (lucky girl) got to go to the movies with the rest of the girls. She stayed out until 11:00 and got to carry her own purse.
Audrey and her friends, Raegan, Callie, Chelsea & Sydney.
Miles and Sophie are just a couple of months apart. (He's older, she's bigger!) They are doing all the same things and saying all the same words. So many times while Sophie was here, she'd call out, "Mama!" and I'd answer. Vice versa with Miles & Ginger. It was so fun to watch them together. They became known as "the babies."

