Cathy the Librarian

Stuff the pacifier in her mouth…

And he’s put my daughter to sleep! Of course, since he went to sleep hours ago, she’s woken up again. Darn.

Jack decided to take a walk in his daddy’s shoes while he ate pancakes this morning.

I don’t know if you can tell, but there was syrup (or as he calls it, ketchup) all over his face.

We went for a walk along the path today and he found some maple leaves that he wanted to show his daddy. I wish that I could wear maple leaves and stay hidden sometimes. It doesn’t work as well for me as it does a four year old. Darn.

More Leila bits and pieces photos. I figure that I should get as many photos of little Leila’s fingers and toes before she becomes big Leila and my screaming meatloaf baby is gone.

This was my day. I was tired and cranky, Leila was cranky and needy, and once Jack got home he was a bit tired, since they work him pretty hard at daycare and he didn’t take a nap today. For the first time so far, Leila was really driving me out of my mind. Sure, she annoys me some times, but this was the first time that I really felt at wits end. Of course part of it could have been that I was completely exhausted too.

It wasn’t all bad though. Jack is still a dear and I think eventually Leila will be a dear too.

I guess I love them, don’t I…

Jack was a sheep in our church’s end of the Sunday School year play. His younger cousin Ben was also a sheep and his older cousins, Sarah and Rachel were fat and skinny cows. Don’t ask. You really needed to be there.

The adorable girl feeding Leila is our Choir Director’s daughter. We were at their house for our end of the year choir party and she asked to feed Leila. How could I refuse?

Jack, Leila and I went for a walk through our neighborhood and checked out a couple of the playgrounds in the area.

One of the playgrounds we went to was one of those old wooden ones and reminded me of the one that was near my house that we always played at when we were kids. The one from my childhood was much bigger. It was really awesome, but about ten years ago they tore it down. 🙁

Leila, as usual, was sleeping the whole time, but as soon as we got home she woke up and started crying. Oh well, at least she looked cute at the time.

Jack and his books… (Curious George if you’d like to know)

And Leila and all her little bits and pieces… I love little baby fingers and toes.

But I do not like when babies cannot contain themselves.

YUCKERS!

This is what happens when you stuff a baby full of formula.

And this is what happens when you stuff a four year old with brownies before bedtime.

Look and learn people. Formula good. Brownies bad.

Jack and I were finger painting outside and he was absolutely ECSTATIC to have finger paints all over his hands. You can almost make out the paint all over his hands. Except for all the bugs and the wind blowing his paintings everywhere we had a grand old time.

I love the smell of babies… not baby poop and formula vomit of course, but just their natural baby smells. (Not their crying either, which she is doing now because I put her down.)

Coming up with fascinating ways to photograph my children is already becoming difficult, but I’ll still try. As they get older I’m sure they’ll supply an endless amount of photo moments, but until then I’ll make stuff up.

The first one’s Jack on his banana phone and the rest are proof that at one point he loved his sister.

I’m bummed because I like these last two, but they focused on Leila’s feet and not their faces. Jack and Leila move so much that I needed to take the photos quickly, but obviously this was a little too quickly.