New Hobby

We've been hanging out at the new homestead lately. It's fun to watch the progress.


Daddy, Georgia and Palmer in the fireplace.


View of the living room from upstairs.






Trying to make your brother pose in his room.


Georgia's Room!!!!


Kitchen and living room.


Master bedroom


Living room


Looking through the windows at the backyard.

Marshall's Birthday Party

You two didn't participate much in the scheduled fun at Marshall's birthday party (with the exception of the cupcakes), but you had a good time nontheless.

Terrified of Elmo

We're always looking for fun activities when daddy works on the weekends, so I was so excited to hear that Elmo, your favorite red monster, was going to make an appearance at a local toy store. You couldn't wait to go see Elmo, and then when you actually saw him, you couldn't wait to leave. You were both so scared that you were shaking. I have a feeling that Santa pictures are going to be a challenge this year.

Girls' Night Out

You recently joined me at our friend Stacy's baby shower. I think the highlight for you was getting to drink out of a wine glass. I couldn't convince you to try the punch, but you were happy with ice water.

It was the first time we had ever done anything like that. Usually we're with brother or with daddy and brother. We don't get a lot of time to hang out, just us girls. It was so much fun to do girl stuff with you, and gave me a glimpse into the fun stuff we'll get to do as you grow.

Exhausted

Backyard Swingset

Our New Digs

This is what our new house currently looks like:




While we were there a dump truck brought a new load of dirt. You two were terrified of the truck and clung to your daddy shivering with fear. You haven't stopped talking about dump trucks since.

The Closest We Got To Snapping a Photo of Both Kids With the 'Sold' Sign

3.5y and 22m

We have had a very busy summer, so I've been slacking on the blog. Here's why: we decided to build a new house, which meant that we had to get our house ready to put on the market. We squeezed all our house prep into two weeks before heading up to KC for a visit. While in KC, daddy's studio was robbed and we sold our house. So now we're in the midst of filling out police reports and packing and moving to KC to stay with nonny and papa for a couple of months while our house is being built.

Meanwhile, you've been growing.

Georgia, you are still more beautiful than I ever could have imagined a daughter of mine to be. You still throw your fits, but not as often or as long. Now you're in a very loving phase making unsolicited declarations of your love for us. I think you're figuring out that being sweet to mommy and daddy helps you get your way.

You're exceedingly curious about our plans for the day ("mommy, where are we going to go after nap?") and about anything, for that matter ("why? mommy why? WHY? MOMMY, I SAID WHHHHHHY?"). Fact is, sometimes I don't know why, and most of the time I just don't care why.

You're still big for your age. While only 3.5 you're already wearing size 5 clothes. I can now shop for you in the little girls' department instead of the infant/toddler section. Sigh.

Palmer, you're at a tough stage for me right now. I've never met a child more bothered by teething. Your inability to express your feelings also frustrates you, so you've become a rather accomplished fit thrower. I don't like it. You've evolved from a sweet, loving baby into a screaming, fit-throwing toddler. But there are still glimpses of the real Palmer. You'll give a hug to anyone when you're in the mood. I have a feeling that once you get all your teeth and you figure out how to express yourself you're going to be back to your normal self.

With a constantly sore mouth you're not much in the mood for food these days. All you drink is milk. Literally. I was beginning to worry that you weren't eating, but you don't seem to be losing weight and I'm sure you'll eat when you decide you're ready.

My favorite physical feature about you now has to be your hairy legs. Your little legs are covered in blond hairs. It's thicker than your sister's. I chuckle every time I see it.