Cool, Red Shades

Austin and Daddy

Paint Wars

Uncle Jeff was helping Austin paint a barn for Hainch when Mommy's rule of "only paint on the paper" was completely and utterly forgotten!

Birthday Pirates...Aarrgh, CAKE!

We had a great time swimming at the Darby's for Austin's Jackson birthday party.  We missed Carly, who was at an art camp, but the boys...and Aunt Shay...loved being birthday pirates.  It was super fun to have Cleeve join us!  At 4, he was very patient with our possessive little 3 yo.

Birthday at Gramps and Gigi's

Austin's turning 3, and you know what that means.  CAKE!  When you ask him what he wants for his birthday, he says CAKE!  Even more specifically, brown cake.  So as you might imagine, CAKE was the highlight of our birthday celebrations.  You'll notice, however, that we never quite got the cake wiped off his face before getting to the presents!

Hurry UP, Daddy!

Seriously...I've got my fork.

I've got my fork, and I don't think I can control it!

My fork and I are about to be very happy!

Meet Hainch, my horse

Austin's Ad-libs

After Dallas had MCL surgery, Austin developed sympathetic knee pains.  He was very certain that his knee had a boo boo.

During breakfast, Austin was sitting on the counter eating cereal.

M:  Austin, do you want me to put a towel on your lap so the cold milk doesn't get all over you.

A:  No.  I need the cold milk on my knee to help my boo boo feel better.

Austin's Ad-libs

A:  I'm going to grow bigger and longer so I'll be able to reach tall things because I'll be longer (stretching arms and legs in front of him as if they were stretching before our eyes).  And I'll be able to reach and taller and stuff and TREES.  And I'll be bigger to reach tall things.

M:  But what if you get so big and tall that you don't fit in my lap?  How will I read you stories?

A:  (Thinking....)  (Puts his hand on top of his head and presses down)  Then you'll have to smoosh me and smoosh me until I'm little again.  (He jumps in my lap and presses my hands down on his head.)  Smoosh me, Mommy.

M:  Now you are a perfect fit.  Let's read your book.

Austin's Ad-libs

Austin was trying to wear Mommie's shoes, which were too big.

A:  Can you get me longer socks that fit these shoes?

Austin's Ark

Memorial Day at Shiloh