Friday, June 28, 2013


I have this thing about slimy food spotted baby faces...they totally gross me out.  I spend most of Dominic's feeding time wiping glop's of food dribbling out of his mouth, hoping to catch them before they fall on the table, and inevitably end up in his hair or in between his fingers.  But this morning, I just didn't care.  I let him go for it.  And then I remember why I NEVER do that.  Because it is gross.  After gagging a little at the sight of his face and trying to convince Scarlett to wash him down for me, I sucked it up, wet a paper towel and let him clean himself.

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Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Summertime essentials...

Swim lessons.

We put Scarlett in an intensive 8 session, four days a week, swim course for the next two weeks.  We placed it just before bed time so she would crash hard at 6:30 and leave the rest of the evening open to finish all of the stalled house projects that are just too cumbersome during the day. 

So after a little prep (which is the best way to get Scarlett ready for any new activity), Scarlett was ready.  And she rocked it.  She splashed, she kicked, she floated and she listened to the teacher.  Swim lesson day one...success.

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This was the first time Chris has been present for any type of "class" setting with Scarlett. Within the first 30 seconds of watching her, he smiled, telling me how proud he felt watching her.  I smiled in return and continued hovering, taking pictures and cheering her on.  Chris, stayed in the back ground, encouraging me to join him in the chairs off to the side. We got in the car with a big sigh of relief that the first lesson went so swimmingly (pun intended). But, we also had to point out how differently we parent. I was the mom on the sidelines, joining the other cheering parents and Chris was the dad on the edge, making himself scarce, allowing room for Scarlett to grow on her own. And in true Chris fashion, he thought through every step of this process. This is what I love about my husband. He is incredibly intentional about everything that he does. He sometimes over thinks a situation, instead of just living in it, but usually it ends up allowing for unique insight into our parenting and family life. We both agreed that we are lucky to have such contradictory personality traits because when we meet in the middle the balance is perfection. I am lucky that Chris thinks through every step of parenting...literally EVERY STEP!!! I allow my feelings to dictate the way that I parent and he misses out on the touchy feely love that I have conquered with our kids. But when we meet in the middle and I make him feel his thoughts and he makes me think through my feelings we realize just how much we compliment each other. So I continue to encourage him to be proud of Scarlett, to cheer her on and let her know that he is there and he encourages me to take a step back and smile from the bleachers instead of from the coaches bench. Just close enough for her to know that we are there but just far enough away that she is aloud to be Scarlett.

Monday, June 24, 2013

Movie Monday...

Scarlett was more than thrilled to be a part of Dominics first slide experience. 

Friday, June 21, 2013

Happiest place on Earth...

It started something like this:

One week ago Scarlett found an unopened box, inside was a little blue booty filled with quarters that Chris and I used to use for laundry money, she claimed a silent finders keepers and stowed the money away for herself.

Last weekend Scarlett heard me say that we needed to go to the grocery store to get some food for dinner.  She grabs her bag of quarters triumphantly and asks if she can use it to help my buy "something good" at the store.  I laughed at her willingness to share for the sake of "something good" being added to the dinner table. When we pulled up to the store she saw a tiny helicopter ride, and before I could throw out any arguments against actually climbing or getting 20 feet near that germ infected public monstrosity, she exclaimed "I brought my monies, now I can ride the helicopter". Tuche Scarlett, and ride she did.

Tuesday of this week, I receive this picture at work with a text from Chris, "happiest place on Earth".  On his way out of the door, two kids and diaper bag in hand Scarlett yelled "wait, I have to get something". She came running back to the car with her booty in hand and smile plastered to her face. She no longer wanted to spend her money on "good" food for the table, she wanted to ride the carousel. And ride she did.

I have a feeling that this new found love of germy outdoor quarter stealers is going to last until that booty is down to its final coin.

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Thursday, June 20, 2013

Family portrait

Our first family portrait by Scarlett.