Safty First

Hmmmmm.....what's this thing do?

I'll try putting it back

Mommy, don't panic, I watch Dad do this all the time

See, I'm fine!

Right when I think that I have advice to offer other mothers on my grand mothering skills, I find my baby alone in the kitchen, playing with an unprotected socket! Nice.
New grocery list includes more socket covers...please don't leave me hateful comments. I'm trying to do better, aside from leaving her in her wet diaper this morning, which caused her poopy diaper to leak all over her leg and her high chair. It wasn't pretty but it was smelly.
I did dive on top of a wet Gus last night to save her from being trampled by him post bath. This created a cartoon like scene in which I was thrown backward onto the sink and slid down onto the floor, and thus resulted in me looking like I've been beaten. The Little remained unscathed and thankfully has not electrocuted herself yet!
Blessings.
CJ

A Rose By Any Other Name

I found a flower growing amongst our many weeds today....so I picked her and brought her inside with me.

I'm Sorry

Me: Yes Libby, you so have to take a nap,
Libby: Ma-ma
Libby: Ooooooooo
Me: Yes Libby, you do have to take a nap.

Just The Norm

I have to say that when this red bow stops fitting, I am going to be really sad.
However, I do not think that she will ever be growing out of her blue eyes, they match her dad's perfectly.
Libby, what do you think about your blue eyes?
Ooooooooooooooooo
I like them, they look like Daddy's.

Through The Looking Glass

Libby was busy working in the kitchen today

When she noticed a little girl staring at her from the glass

She examined her closely and tried to get her to come and play,

But in the end, Gus and the stairs were much more intersting.

The End

I Hate Water Yes I Do, I Hate Water, How 'Bout You?

She might hate water because on her first trip into the ocean a big wave came and knocked her and her Daddy down; sending them into a death roll- like movement, right where the water meets the shore. Until, with great strength, from under the crashing waves, dear old Dad managed to stand up, holding the Little up over his head, as to not let her ingest any more sea water than she already had.
Can't you just hear the screams from my baby, not to mention the dirty looks from all the beach goers saying to themselves "what are those evil parents doing taking that baby in the sea on a day like this!"
Ah, just another day at the beach....
However, I must say that the trauma from the beach has curved her feelings for the water park and she was quite happy playing in the shallows yesterday!

In this picture I want you to look at her hand, she has a death grip on my back fat and was only looking up for a second. She spent most of her time in the water burying her face in my chest, which I was fine with, b/c it muffled the screams.

Look at the sass on her face...she is saying "if you don't get me out of here, I'm going to run away!"

And this my friends is the view that I am assuming her and Mr. Jones saw before they took their first dive together!

Kev actually did take this picture using his new birthday present. Pretty cool and very fun to play with!

Mr. Jones and Me

3 major events(birthday, anniversary, Father's Day) have come and gone this month with out me taking a brief moment to just, well, gush.
Have I ever told you how wonderful he is and not because he doesn't like video games or sitting on the couch watching hours of sporting events?
I love his heart (sigh)
It is kind, it is true, and he gave it to me 4 years ago.
4 years ago, also marks when he gave his life over to Jesus and asked Him to teach him to lead our family. He reminds me of the plants in garden, still growing, but very strong...not beaten down by storms or dried up by the hot sun.
He has led me these years quite seamlessly, though I often (almost always) neglect to tell him that. This year he has stepped into his roll as father with confidence and strength and a little bit of sweetness that I think must come from having been inundated with little girl things. I can see that out Little will have a hero and provider in him until God sends her someone who will have to fill his shoes. A task that I am sure will be nearly impossible for some young man to do.
Gushing over.
It's just, I love him..find it hard to breath with out him!
Oh wait! One other reason he's wonderful, just now, on his way up to bed, he said "cleaned up Libby's toys for you, see you up there." Cleaning up for this girl is almost as good as a present and I love presents!
He beckoned me to come up soon, so I will not gush anymore but head up to bed instead!
Sleep tight, don't let the bed bug bite.

Really, she likes this game?

See? Better.

Better still. Landed, safely in Daddy's arms.

Favorites.
He has my heart.
always.