Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Happy St. You-Know-What Day!

I'm still on my little blog break but I wanted to post these photos here today in honor of this cute little holiday. It's been fun to wear green and celebrate this time around since I have a little baby to dress up and I'm not suffering from pregnancy-induced fatigue like I was last year at this time. Also, John is old enough to understand a little better why I would do crazy things like turn his milk green or give his dad a pinch for not wearing green. (Not that I really completely understand those things myself!) I have strong Irish ancestry on my father's side, so my boys have some of that lucky green Irish blood running through their veins too. May the luck 'o the Irish be with 'ye too!

My little leprechauns! This is the mischievous one:

And this is the little innocent one (for now, anyway!):

Monday, March 8, 2010

On This Day Five Years Ago...

...I became a mother. My son, John Clayton, was born at 10:10 a.m. and changed my life forever, and for the better. Happy Birthday John!

John on his actual "birth day" in 2005

1st birthday, 2006

2 years old, March 2007

3 years old, March 2008

4th birthday, 2009

Turning Fabulous Five on March 8, 2010!

Blog Break

FYI, I'm going to be taking a little blog break for the next week or two. Life is pretty busy right now--among a number of other things, we're putting our house on the market this week! So I'm not going to have much free time for a little while. But I'll be back soon!

Monday, March 1, 2010

Redemption for February!

I spent last week happily entertained by women's figure-skating at the Olympics. I love, Love, LOVE figure-skating, and since it's not on very much, I really look forward to events like this. It didn't disappoint. The skating was beautiful and the skaters were extremely talented (they're the best in the world, after all). If I could go back to my childhood, I would have taken figure-skating lessons along with my ballet classes. But it's okay. If I ever have a daughter, you know what she'll be doing. If she doesn't like it, I won't force it, but if she does...she'll have one happy momma who will be able to live vicariously through her experiences. That's why we have kids anyway, right? Ha ha.