Is it summer?

This week has been a BEAUTIFUL week here in Ohio. Today (Thursday) is the first day it’s gotten to 75 degrees! So we’ve been spending pretty much all our waking hours outside. It’s been absolutely glorious.

I decided to pull the camera out and snap some pictures the other day. Here are a few of my favorites:

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“Hey, what’s that stuff off the blanket? Grass?”

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“Oh that looks YUMMY!”

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“MOMMY DON’T TAKE THAT AWAY!”

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It’s a really good thing I find her super-exaggerated upset face so cute, because she’s been wearing it a lot this week. I’m crossing my fingers that she’s teething and this isn’t just the new normal. She’s been FUSSY. Holy cow. Pretty much, if she isn’t in my arms, she’s crying. Day, night, sleeping, awake, whatever. This awesomely weird pacifier/teether bought me a good 15 minutes of time merely in her sight yesterday. But if I tried to leave her line of sight, she screamed.

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She’s not ALL fussy. She does have some bright moments. Like this morning, when we were trying to get ready to go and Mitchell DEMANDED Rosie sit with him on the couch.

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Oh, and coming home from the store, she lost her pacifier but found an alternative.

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Teething is definitely one of those situations where I just smile and say, “This too shall pass.”

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What’s that? A boundary?

Mitchell’s never met a boundary he couldn’t cross. He takes such joy in stretching an inch into a mile, I just know he’s going to become a lawyer. Or a corporate embezzler. Maybe I should start teaching him about hiding money in overseas accounts just in case…

Anyway, we went to a new park on Friday. I’d heard a few moms raving about it at story time a while back, and I figured since school had started, now would be a good time to go. I really should have researched it, though, because it turns out it was an AWESOME water feature that runs through the children’s area. Mitchell was THRILLED.

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Mitchell: “I can touch it?”

Me: “HANDS ONLY.”

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Notice his nice dry outfit.

After a while, I pulled him away to see the rest of the children’s area. This included lots of specially pruned trees to create tunnels and hiding spaces, a fun little musical maze with giant instruments for the kids to find, and more water features, one filled with moss that even Mitchell threw back after pulling it out.

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Then we circled back around to the water feature. By this point, there were lots of other kids playing in it, so I told Mitchell he could, too. FEET ONLY.

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See the devilish grin? Yeah, that’s because he decided that “feet only” included jumps. Big jumps. With big splashes. And, oh, big “accidental” falls. “Gee, mom, if I’m wet already…”

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Needless to say, by the time we left the park, he was soaking wet. Completely, 100% drenched. So…he got stripped down for the ride home. Luckily I had a leftover towel in the backseat. He did, however, discover that seat belt buckles get a bit warm after they’ve sat in the car a while.

As usual, my phone’s GPS died the moment we left the park, and I had no idea how to get home. So I missed my exit and had to turn around not once, not twice, but THREE times. It’s not like I noticed right away that I missed my exit, either. I was all the way out of the metro area once before I looked around and said, “This doesn’t look right…”

By the time we got back to our corner of the world, I figured I deserved some Sonic. I totally forgot that I had a naked toddler in the back seat. She noticed. The air conditioner quit on my car, so all the windows were down, and Mitchell just grinned and waved. She gave me such a “I’m called CPS on you” look that I tried to explain that I’d taken him to the park without a change of clothes, but I guess that’s not as good of an excuse as I thought. It’s like she expected me to be prepared or something. Psh. That takes all the adventure out of life.

Mitchell’s also in this adorable little self-sufficient phase right now. Which is great for some things, not so great for others. He’s also hit a growth spurt, so, with the help of a handy dandy step stool, he can reach just about anything in our house. My top-shelf candy is no longer a secret. And the fridge has become open for browsing.

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He’s also decided to start dressing the dogs. Kingsley was NEVER this patient for me when I tried to dress him!

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Laika didn’t really tolerate being dressed up too well. She didn’t think she could perform her guard dog duties wearing sunglasses.

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We also went on a hike to our favorite waterfall spot on Saturday. Mitchell decided to really explore the cave (“tunnel”). There’s a pool of water back there that I didn’t know about. He found it. He kept asking if he could pet the fish (I don’t think there were really fish back there). And then, on the part of the path that’s a 2-foot-wide ledge with about a ten foot drop to the ground below, he threw the mother of all temper tantrums because he couldn’t go back to get the fish. Justin had to carry him up and out, which just made him scream harder. And, of course, once we got to the top, I sat down with him on the bench and he calmed down within two minutes and was an angel the rest of the hike. Passerby kept telling him how cute he was, so I guess sound doesn’t travel very well there, thank goodness!

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Saturday night, Rosie and I had a big night of grocery shopping! Whoo! It was her first time sitting in the cart, and she enjoyed it. Almost as much as everyone else enjoyed looking at her. She was very comfy!

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So, that’s our big week. I sometimes feel like Will Ferrel’s character on Old School…”We have a big weekend planned. We have to go to Home Depot, we might even go to Bed Bath & Beyond! I don’t know if we’ll have enough time.” Justin and I were remarking on just how differently we spend our time these days. We used to spend our weekends making our way through one series after another on Netflix, and now we’re lucky if we get one nap time episode of a show. But, temper tantrums and all, it’s a lot of fun! These kids are lucky they’re cute.

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There she goes!

As promised, a video of Rosie on the move!

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This is just too soon. I’m not ready for this. Mitchell is especially not ready for this! All afternoon he was trying to save his trucks from her. As soon as he’d grab one and start playing, she’d go for another one. At least it ended with all his trucks wrangled into a smaller area!

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Happy 7 months, Rosie!

Little Miss Rosalynn is seven months old! (As of Sunday, but she suffers from a completely unorganized mother, so we’re just getting around to pictures today.)

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New thing in Rosie’s world: crawling! Or, kind of crawling. She’s got the leg movement, but not the arms yet. So she kinda props herself up on her elbows and pushes herself along with her feet. I keep waiting for rug burns on her elbows, but nothing yet. Mitchell isn’t thrilled about this. Between rolling and this weird crawling, she can pretty much get anywhere she wants, which is usually wherever he is with his Hot Wheels.

Mitchell’s decided that tickling Rosie is the best. For some reason he concentrates on her ears, though. It’s weird. She tolerates it because it gets him closer to her, which she always loves.

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I’m currently batting away toddler hands from the keyboard and balancing an infant on my lap, so this is going to have to be a very short monthly update. I’ll sum it up by saying that Rosie is gorgeous, hilarious, and a joy to be around. As long as her belly is full, she’s smiling. And we love her to pieces.

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Playing so nicely!

These two play so nicely together right now! *KNOCK ON WOOD*

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All evening yesterday he followed her around, giving her peas to eat. “You want peas? Eat, eat! YOU LIKE IT! YAY!” But, oh my goodness, when she grabbed a slice of pizza, “No, no, Baby! Pizza not for babies!” Rosie thought she was getting away with playing with toys that weren’t hers, so she was all about this game. Have I mentioned that I’m terrified of baby-proofing this house? She’s WAY too thrilled with getting anything she doesn’t think she’s supposed to have. Like kitchen towels (which stay hung up for about two minutes when she’s in her walker) or dishes from the dishwasher (her big brother specialized in grabbing this exact strainer, too).

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Roe is up to TWELVE MONTH PAJAMAS. Can you believe it?!

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We took a nice walk the other day. Mitchell brought Mr. Penguin, because Mr. Penguin comes everywhere with us now.

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The walk was so exhausting, Roe didn’t make it home. But at least she chose an absolutely adorable position to nap.

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Oh, honey.

One of these days, Mitchell’s going to remark to me that he was an awesome toddler. And I’m going to agree that, for the most part, he was awesome. He’s hilarious, he’s sweet, and he’s adorable. But I’m also going to show him this picture to show him that he could throw a temper tantrum with the best of them.

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20 minutes. 20 minutes of screaming, stomping, and crying because he wanted to push the cart. Except he doesn’t really push the cart. Instead, he seeks out every single Minion-branded piece of merchandise and throws it into the cart. So for the past few shopping trips, he’s been banished to the cart. It’s really my fault that he chose this shopping trip to get angry about the arrangement. Just yesterday I remarked that, as many tantrums as he threw at home, at least he didn’t throw fits in public. But I forgot to knock on wood when I said it, so I jinxed it. And Ragu suffered the consequences. For some reason, absolutely no one bought a single jar of Ragu from 11:00 to 11:20 a.m. Huh. Who knows.

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Happy 28 weeks, Rosalynn!

Little Miss Rosalynn is 28 weeks old. 28! Where has the time gone?

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As long as I’m not trying to enforce solitary confinement (otherwise known as sleeping alone) she’s a perfectly content, perfectly adorable little chubster. And I do mean chubster. All her weight seems to be going straight to her thighs. Yesterday I had her in a cute little denim skirt. It’s size 12 months. And wouldn’t stay down over her thighs. We went to the Air Force Museum and Justin was pushing her around in her stroller while Mitchell and I spent our time in the ok-to-touch exhibit, and Justin definitely made a comment about me putting her in a skirt that wouldn’t stay down. He isn’t going to have a good time with her teenage years.

Her favorite person continues to be Mitchell. She follows him everywhere in her walker, and if we’re in the living room she watches him non-stop. This will probably get interesting when she can crawl.

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Crawling isn’t very far off at all. She does a weird little forward movement right now by keeping her chest on the ground by straightening her legs, hoisting her butt off the ground into the air, and pushing herself forward by her tippie toes. She usually employs this when trying to get Hot Wheels, because those things are baby crack. She can’t stop herself around them. Mitchell’s less than thrilled about it.

She can also sit up on her own if her head is slightly elevated. The other day she was sleeping on the couch next to me with her head on the pillow. I happened to look over at one point and she was sitting up next to me looking VERY confused. She also thinks the bouncer is an awesome place to sit, too.

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I can’t believe she’s growing so fast! Pretty soon she’s going to be this cool:

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(Mitchell did this because he was in a MOOD and I told him we were “going to go rounds today”. So he started going in circles in his tricycle saying “I going rounds!”)

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Poor Kingsley.

Yesterday was rough on Kingsley. I took some awful advice and took him to a groomer who wasn’t so much a groomer as two very angry ladies with clippers. I should have listened to my instincts when I was driving there and felt the need to lock my doors. But, no, I tried not to judge a book by its cover and went inside anyway. After the woman hacked up a whiskey-coated hairball, she asked me if I was getting him shaved. I said no, as I’d told her over the phone, there was to be no shaving. So the kids and I left (Mitchell very reluctantly). Five hours later, I called to check on him. Still not even dry from the bath. Seven hours later, I called again. Still not done. NINE HOURS LATER, I called again. They’d started working on him. Of course, by this point, my imagination was running wild. I was picturing Kingsley being sold on the black market or laying there, in the middle of a seizure, on the table. At the very least, I figured he hadn’t had anything to drink since I’d dropped him off. So I loaded up the kids and headed to the ghetto. I walk in, and I swear, it looked like someone had pulled all the stuffing out of an entire living room set. The two ladies were wading through fur. They were PISSED. If they’d been professional groomers, they would have known just by looking at him that the dog has some massive undercoat. But they were caught unaware by the amount of fur and you could tell. You could also tell that their entire business was built around shaving dogs. They sat there berating me for not getting him shaved while they finished him up. They said some pretty mean, unprofessional, and downright incorrect things in those fifteen minutes. And then they charged me almost three times as much as they’d quoted me. They wouldn’t give him to me until I paid and Rosie was screaming or I would have thrown a hissy fit.

I finally get Kingsley outside. I could tell he really needed to pee, so I positioned him right in front of their window. Hell hath no fury, people. Kingsley then embarked on the longest pee of his entire life.

So, at this point, Mitchell notices what Kingsley is doing. “Kingsley pee outside!”

“Yes, dogs pee outside.”

“I pee outside too!”

“Um, no. You have to wait until we get home.”

“No, no, I go outside too!”

Thankfully, Kingsley finished up before Mitchell could make good on his threat. He did, however, promise Kingsley some M&Ms when we got home because he did a “good job!”

So, fast forward an hour or so, and we’re all out in the backyard. I look up and see Mitchell tugging at his pants, so I yell at him to go inside and use the restroom.

“Nope, I’m going pee outside!”

What the hell, kid? I try again to get him inside, then, since I had no idea how many seconds I had before he let loose in the backyard, I run after him. We ended up in this really embarrassing chase scene where he’s running around the yard holding his pants up by the crotch and I’m chasing him yelling that dogs pee outside, Mitchell pees inside. And, as always happens in these embarrassing moments, I look up and see my really old neighbor watching the whole thing.

I’m guessing she isn’t inviting us over for cookies anytime soon.

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Look at that belly button!

Just look at this adorable little hernia belly button!

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Isn’t it too cute?! You can still see a bit of hernia above it, and it only goes away when she’s completely, perfectly relaxed (read: asleep), but still, this gives me hope that it’s on its way out! Or in. I’m not really sure which. Gone.

So I guess I’ll have to figure out some other way to keep her out of bikinis…

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