Colorful Weekend

It was a busy weekend around here. Busy but at the same time fun and relaxing, if that makes any sense. I got to shoot a wedding in Maryland for two days. It was a Pakistani wedding, and was my first experience with a wedding of a different culture. It was very colorful, with such a family-oriented and celebratory mood. Lots of dancing and beautiful henna tattoos. I really enjoyed it.

The hubby and I got to stay in a hotel for the two days I was shooting, which was the relaxing part. We also went to Ikea and finally bought that bed frame we'd been wanting, since it was conveniently located on the way home. We only rushed home a little bit, in order to see those babies we'd been missing. They had spend the weekend with my sister, who is a saint who most likely got no sleep.

I wish I had some of the pics from the wedding to share, but I was shooting with the photography company that I second with some on the weekends so that will have to wait. But I'll be sure to share some when I can. Until then, I'll just share some shots of some time playing on the floor with the hooligans, whose faces I did not see enough the last few days. But I'm sure I'll see bright and early in the morning.

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Bleached Blond

My two blond babies have been enjoying getting even more blond out at the pool this year. (They take after their daddy with their coloring, obviously, as I'm a green-eyed brunette, and their blue-eyed blonds.) I'm really interested to see if I'll get a brown-headed/green-eyed baby this time around, since neither one of my kids have bothered to look a thing like me.

Despite their yellow-headedness, they do seem to at least share my love of summer. They both love being outside and think that coats and long pants are kin to strait jackets. (Although Merrick has been mentioning snow a bit lately, since I allowed him to watch a Thomas the Train episode involving the stuff. I told him not to use that language in the house. Kidding, kidding.)

This summer has been so busy so far, it seems that they get busier every year. This one has been full of weddings and photo shoots and doctors appointments, and then there was that moving thing. I'm determined to soak up some of it's golden light before it turns to autumn on us overnight. I want to treasure the time I have with these blond headed hooligans, before they are too busy with their friends to go to the pool with mom and eat cheez-its at the kiddie pool.

Plus next summer there will be another (very likely yellow haired/blue eyed as well) hooligan who will be starting us all over in the baby department and making our time even more busy (in a great way). I'm thinking that the 3:1 ratio at the pool might be a bit much for me, but at least that one won't be running yet. ;)

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Fruity

It's funny how with each baby I've craved totally different things. I mean totally different. With Merrick it was ice cream...every night or someone dies. With Tirzah it was random things, but specifically egg biscuits and chicken nuggets from McDonald's, and these deliciously odd golden oreo cakesters with strawberry creme in the middle. I can't find them anywhere anymore, probably because I ate them all during my last pregnancy.

With this baby it has been, oddly enough, fruit. I mean, aren't you supposed to crave weird or unhealthy things? I've been craving anything fruity, which is totally not me if you ask my husband. I hate fruity stuff, but apparently BabyB3 loves it. And I've totally quit even wanting coffee...which I started craving with Tirzah.

And by fruity I don't just necessarily mean only the healthy stuff. Lemon pie will do, and so will this cherry limeade stuff that I can't stop drinking. It's even better when you mix it with Sprite Zero. (See...more fruity-ness) I've been eating strawberries cut up with cool whip on them for dessert some nights. And the local yogurt place where you can put a random assortment of fruit on your fro-yo? They might throw me out, or just continue to take all my money.

I guess I should just be glad I am getting plenty of antioxidants, instead of the sodium I was probably ingesting with Tirzah and the McNuggets, and all those calories with Merrick and the 37 weeks worth of Moose Tracks I inhaled. (And yes, it HAD to be Moose Tracks.) Now excuse me, but Billy just got home from work at CFA with my Lemon Pie. ;)

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Not for the faint of heart...

Yesterday was Tizzy's 2 year check up at the doctor. Merrick has always been pretty paranoid of doctor's, but Tirzah kind of gives them the evil glare to let them know she up to their schemes, and knows exactly what they are going to do with that tongue depressor.


She handled this appointment really well, which is usually the case with her. Merrick, bless his hyperactive heart, was the more trouble of the two. That guy has so much energy that I'm thinking if I could figure out how to use it instead of oil, I'd solve the energy crisis. He tried so hard, but sitting still was really out of the question. And he successfully answered every question about his sister that the doctor tried to ask me before I could get a word out. But somehow the answer always ended up relating to Thomas the Train.

She has gained a couple of pounds and inches, and showed off her big mouth, I mean large vocabulary. She impressed her doctor with her sentences and that she knows some letters and can count a bit. The doctor we are seeing now is very safety conscious, which is the total opposite of the old school doctor we loved but retired. I think she's have an attack if she came to our house and saw the things that Tirzah manages to jump off of. Being these guys doctor is not for the faint of heart.

I'm glad she's growing well and healthy. I was thinking that the next check up she has (which they said will be at 2.5) I'll have an infant. I think I need to make sure and schedule that one on a day where I'll have some backup, unless I'm planning on checking myself into the doctor afterwards.

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Hostage Situation

I read a quote recently that seemed made for the relationship that Billy and Tizzy share. It said: The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage. When his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, "Daddy, I need to ask you something," he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan.  ~Garrison Keillor
 

Not all the time, but a lot of the time, he's a sucker for her dimpled chubby-cheeked self. Recently she talked him into something by simply sticking out her cute little lip and pouting. At the same time, though, he is really good about standing his ground with her when he needs to. I'm sure that will come in handy when some hoodlum shows up trying to take her out in 20 year. Ahem.

He is even volunteering to learn how to do hair so that if mommy is ever away he can fix Tizzy's hair. (She has recently taken to not allowing us to leave the house without ponytails. And it must be two ponytails, not one. I tried to do a quick one ponytail and she pretty much said "I'm not going out of the house looking like this".)

I love watching him be such a good daddy to both our kids, in such different ways. He's good at knowing just what they need to feel important and loved. Whether that be a wrestling match or ponytails, he's your hostage, I mean man.

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