I definitely recommend painting a least one room in a warm, inviting yellow - it really does wonders for your mood. We're still working on the master bedroom, pics coming soon!
Our Not-So-Little Family
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Happy
We finally, finally, finally got around to painting the girl's room, (Mo & Bek). I love to come in here and just soak in all the HAPPY! Take a look:
So this color is called Evening Glow by Olympic Paint, but I told Bekah it was called Sunny-Bunny Yellow. She likes that name a lot more!
I definitely recommend painting a least one room in a warm, inviting yellow - it really does wonders for your mood. We're still working on the master bedroom, pics coming soon!
I definitely recommend painting a least one room in a warm, inviting yellow - it really does wonders for your mood. We're still working on the master bedroom, pics coming soon!
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Family Pictures
It's that time again,
time for family pictures.
Mike and Gail
Emma
Aaron
Rebekah
Moriah
Special Moments with Dad:
The Superhero:
I laid out his clothes for him. He decided on his own to wear
a Superman shirt underneath. So we used it!
When all else fails break out the candy:
We had a lot of fun! Mo was hard to photograph, but thanks to the genius invention of the head swap and other wonders of digital photography we ended up with some great pics.
A BIG thanks to my friend and photographer, Michelle at Mish Photography.
You captured us wonderfully!
Family Pictures 2012
Preschool Graduation
Preschool went by so fast!
She's adorable
When I grow up I want to be...
Goodbye Preschool!
Rebekah and her BELOVED teacher, Mrs. Becky
Sunday, May 20, 2012
So Quotable
The words which come from the mouths of my kids never cease to amaze me. Here are some recent gems.
Little Mo has learned the phrase "One more..." often gets her what she wants. Our day is filled with requests for one more show, one more snack, one more time. Last week I made peanut butter and honey sandwiches for lunch, a new favorite for our finicky eater. She was downstairs, not wanting to abandon her precious show for lunch, so I took my sandwich down to use as bait. She eagerly sampled my lunch and as I turned to head back upstairs I heard, "One more bite?" I agreed. I held the sandwich to retain control of my food and to emphasize the need for her to come upstairs to eat hers. She gently placed her hands on mine and as she leaned in to take her extra bite she ravenously started gobbling up as much of the sandwich as she could before I pulled it away. Now that she has learned to say "One more..." we just need to teach her what it really means.
The next day, Mo had a bit of a messy face. Here is how our conversation went as I wiped her mouth:
Dad: Looks like someone was eating applesauce.
Mo: No apples. Eat grass.
Dad: Grass? You shouldn't eat grass. It could make you sick.
Mo: Sick? [two forced coughs]
More from Moriah. She insists on referring to syrup as ketchup. It is rather unappetizing to hear someone ask for ketchup when we are having cake-cakes (pancakes).
This little stinker thinks she is much older and much more independent than she really is. The other night I got after her for some act of insubordination. A few minutes after sending her to her room to turn in for the night, I found a note sticking out through her bedroom door frame. The note read:
Moriah (2.5)
Little Mo has learned the phrase "One more..." often gets her what she wants. Our day is filled with requests for one more show, one more snack, one more time. Last week I made peanut butter and honey sandwiches for lunch, a new favorite for our finicky eater. She was downstairs, not wanting to abandon her precious show for lunch, so I took my sandwich down to use as bait. She eagerly sampled my lunch and as I turned to head back upstairs I heard, "One more bite?" I agreed. I held the sandwich to retain control of my food and to emphasize the need for her to come upstairs to eat hers. She gently placed her hands on mine and as she leaned in to take her extra bite she ravenously started gobbling up as much of the sandwich as she could before I pulled it away. Now that she has learned to say "One more..." we just need to teach her what it really means.
The next day, Mo had a bit of a messy face. Here is how our conversation went as I wiped her mouth:
Dad: Looks like someone was eating applesauce.
Mo: No apples. Eat grass.
Dad: Grass? You shouldn't eat grass. It could make you sick.
Mo: Sick? [two forced coughs]
More from Moriah. She insists on referring to syrup as ketchup. It is rather unappetizing to hear someone ask for ketchup when we are having cake-cakes (pancakes).
Emma (9)
This little stinker thinks she is much older and much more independent than she really is. The other night I got after her for some act of insubordination. A few minutes after sending her to her room to turn in for the night, I found a note sticking out through her bedroom door frame. The note read:
DEAR FAMILY,
Never Enter This Room
Again, For Emma Rimington
Finally Gets and Wants Her
PEACE!!! NEVER AGAIN
ENTER!!! GOOD BYE,
FOREVER!!!
After a drawing of a sad face, complete with tear, and a signature, the note concluded with a post script: "Dad, you can tuck me in." She may be hyper-dramatic, but at least I know she is still Daddy's little girl. Needless to say, this little gem is being preserved in her box of memorabilia.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Best when used by...
I have had this idea for a photo for many, many months now. Last week I finally finished my digital editing and today I uploaded it to break.com. Check out my latest endeavor here.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
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