Grandma & Grandpa came to visit last weekend. The weather was just starting to turn nice, so G & G took the kiddos outside to let them run off a little of that pent-up excess energy they've been storing up all these long winter months. We hardly had enough snow this winter to do any building with, so what better activity on a warmish spring day, (following a snowstorm that dumped 12" of snow) than to build a snowman!?!
Posing with their work of art
But this was not just any snowman. Nope, this was a Chuck Christman special.
It was a snowoman. And she had a snow rack. Yes, ladies and gentlemen: snowboobs.
Really, children?! Those are NOT sno-cones.
I guess it had slipped my mind that this was his "signature" move. I used to find it absolutely hysterical as a kid when Dad would help us roll up a snow mistress and slap a couple snowballs on her for good measure. We'd giggle as we watched Mom pull in to the yard and notice our snowperson... wearing a handkerchief for a bikini and sporting a jaunty hat. She'd scold us, but I'm pretty sure Dad was the one who would get an earful for his part in the shenanigans. For some reason, now that I'm the mom, it's not nearly as hilarious. But they all had a blast, and that's what counts. I doubt the kids will soon forget this adventure!
And apparently, Ms. Snowlady is a smoker too. Classy, Gramps.
I heard that at one point there was a request made by the youngest contributor to the snow sculpture: to use dog turds as the eyes, nose & mouth. Thankfully, Grandma intervened, and they opted instead for some lava rocks from the rock bed...
It's like having a Vegas showgirl right in the backyard.
Ah, but alas, the lovely Ms.Snowlady perished in the warm Dakota sun. 2 days after she was created, she met her untimely demise: all that remained was a pile of lava rocks and her 'cigarette butt'.
What a difference a week makes! We awoke to nearly 50-degree temps today, with a high of nearly 75... SO unusual for this time of year around here! My floppy, out-of-shape, glowing-white winter legs got a heck of a workout with all the bike rides to the park we've taken these last warm nights. We spent the majority of the day outside today, and plan to do the same tomorrow -- we'll take what we can get because you never know when it'll be snowing again.
7 days later... perfectly comfy with no coats, and even SWEATING on this beautiful 75 degree day! In MARCH!
It's no secret... at least not to anyone who's checked their Facebook, Twitter, email, text messages, voicemail, standard mailbox, or has come within 100 yards of Grama & Grampa within the past couple weeks... that The Princess made her debut in her first stage production this past Saturday.
Perhaps the term "stage production" may be a bit overboard, but it was actually a very well done little show! The team of 2 actor/directors from Missoula Children's Theater arrived Monday afternoon at the school to audition the kiddos, selected their cast (of Elementary-aged kids, mind you!), then immediately started rehearsing. By Saturday morning they had an amazingly well-oiled machine and all 60-some kiddos hit the stage for 2 really fun & entertaining performances of "Red Riding Hood".
If you can't tell, we were just a smidge excited about this whole thing. Mommy & Daddy, being the big fat nerd-o super theater geeks we are, could barely contain our pride when she landed the role of... Raccoon #6.
Yep. Stardom is her destiny.
Anyone who's ever met Asha can attest to the fact that she was born ready to be a drama queen. Like a reeeal big one. With a huge imagination, a love of playing dress-up, propensity to randomly burst into song/rhyme, and the vocabulary of your average English Literature doctoral candidate. Reality generally tends to elude her. So we figured she'd be pretty comfortable up there on that stage, pretending.
She sang, she danced, she looked like a deer in the headlights. (Err... raccoon in the headlights?)
Once onstage, she was so stoic, subdued, & mature, I barely recognized my own offspring (maybe that was just the mask?!) She didn't forget one single line and appeared confident in the choreography and song lyrics: but nothing more, nothing less, than EXACTLY what she was told to do by the director. WHAT!?! WHO ARE YOU!!!?? (*what Shanna doesn't know is that we've secretly replaced her regular 5-year old with a decaf version*) But when it came time to shake her little booty-tail in the raccoon dance... now, that was epic. This was where that giant twinkly-eyed smile spread across her face and her inner bustamove really shined through! She sold it.
Ta-daaaa! Those costumes were absolutely darling!
Have I mentioned the child also excels at bossing? She's a real pro. Note the kid to the left of her... y'know, the only one not wearing his raccoon mask during photo call? He seemed to have some, uhh, 'distraction issues' onstage. Like every time they were supposed to move somewhere, he was too busy spinning in circles, staring directly into the spotlights, or deeply fascinated by his neighbor's shoes to pay attention to what's next. So Ash apparently took it upon herself to be his "wrangler". For example, when it came time for the line of little Raccoons to exit stage right, she'd grab his shoulders, turn him about-face and literally push him forward offstage. She didn't utter a word, but shot him that face which I know to mean, "Son, you best quit screwin' around and get your little raccoon @#& moving along."
The little Raccoons (K-1), she is 3rd from left in the back row
Robin Hood (Center, in green) was probably my favorite child-actor ever. Casting perfection!!
Bam Bam attended the early performance, sat still and silent (I know, right?!), fascinated by the whole deal. I should say, silent UNTIL... the moment big sister came on stage, when he'd point out: "There's Asha! Right there! She has zebra shoes! I see her! DO YOU SEE HER!!!!???" I feel we may have another little theater geek on our hands with him too, as he has been singing Red Riding Hood songs all week, after only watching one performance! The whole production was an excellent learning experience for Asha, and a fantastic source of enjoyment for our whole family!
The whole cast of Red Riding Hood
Her buddy Nolan (and his wonderful Mama!) surprised both Asha & myself by making an appearance at the afternoon showing. He brought her flowers...how sweet is that?! I may be biased but I think these might just be the two cutest 5-year olds on Earth! He looks terrified of her... haha!
The best "Nanny" on earth
Her two biggest fans posing with the star following curtain call. Papa even got an autograph! They made a biiiiig detour from their vacation to come all the way up here to see the show, but something tells me that even the 4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse couldn't have stopped them from being here for this!!
And a very proud Mommy gets a smooch from her big girl.
And here it is... the big number. Alllll 2.5 minutes of it! ;)
I just had to share with you the monologue which my sweet princess delivered to me tonight, as she was procrastinating her task at hand:bedtime.
There are times when I just kindof gawk at her, astonished at how much this little person who looks nothing like me can be so VERY MUCH EXACTLY LIKE ME…. with her ADD-induced tangeants, and yet, with her father's uncanny ability to deliver full "sermons" that no one really cares to hear. She cracks me up so much. After she finished reading me her own bedtime story, I literally could not squeeze a word in during her stream-of-consciousness rant! Believe me when I tell you: this is the GREATLY CONDENSED version of her 7-minute soliloquy:
"Mom, I had kindof a quiet day, because I was feeling a little sick to my tummy so I had to go lay on a mat and it had red stripes on one side and blue on the other and I picked blue because it's my favorite, well, except for pink which is really my favorite and then Mrs. Nelson said I had to wake up and I got a little crabby and I told Morgan to stop talking to me and she got mad at me but she never stops talking and I was feeling tired 'cuz you guys woke me up too early and I couldn't sleep last night because I was so worried about you and I am really nervous about being a Raccoon and why in the world do they say "wash your hands"? if you tried to wash a raccoon you'd get all scratched up and they'd hiss at you, also, Dad said he's gonna help with the set but then how I am gonna get home because Noah needs a nap and are you even gonna make my own costume or what and is your video camera charged because grama said to tape the show... hey, when are you gonna get my swim pass because we need to sew it on to my new swimsuit and did you order me a new bed because this one is really squeaky but then if I get a new bed can we paint my walls because I really want pink but maybe we should just paint it green and then Noah could sleep in here sometimes too are you even gonna eat tonight you should because Dad made cheesy ranch hamburger helper and it was so good Noah even ate some and didn't throw a fit and get in timeout which is good because then he got to watch a movie and he always picks how to Train Your Dragon but I don't like that one I wanted to watch Mary Poppins instead, hey, 'member when Noah used to say "Fox and the Howard" instead of Hound? He's so funny...*yaaawwn* I'm not very tired, can I stay up and read the rest of "If I Ran the Circus" because I have to take that back to school on library day which is Thursday..wait...is it Thursday yet?"
"Nope, not yet. Go to sleep, Noodle."
Big, sleepy, toothless grin, "But I'm not even tired Mom."
We got the opportunity to spend some time this Christmas getting to know the newest member of the Franzen family, Miss Josey Dell. When we last saw her in August, Asha was a huge fan - Noah, not so much. In fact, after placing her on his lap his exact words were "I don't like her", as he hastily handed the little bundle back to her Mama (yup, he's got his father's tact). But this time around was quite different for Bam Bam -- he really took to his very smiley little cousin, and right away asked if he could hold her. The "awwwww" factor went through the roof...
These two could be a lot of trouble in the very near future...
They became fast friends -- mostly because when Noah asked her "Hey Josey, do you like dragons?", she just beamed -- leading him to the conclusion of course that she does indeed like dragons.
If you thought getting two kids to sit still for a nice picture was tough...
Auntie Shanna snuck in some snuggle time with the babes
Even Uncle Jordy stole a smooch or two on those chubby cheeks
And these sweet blue-eyed girls -- Asha was in 7th heaven snuggling and playing with her little cousin (but who wouldn't be, how adorable is this babykins!?) Ash was quite the good little helper too, and took full advantage of every moment she was allowed to hold Josey and spoil her!
I found these insanely cute Viking beanies on Etsy, and had one custom-made for each of our little Nordic babies. I should have tried to get a pic of all three of them, but well, easier said than done...
Such a smiley little nugget - a very good little girl with plenty of grins & giggles to go around in spite of her extremely noisy and busy older cousins
I sometimes feel like I need to start a spin-off blog with the quips this two-year old of mine has been throwing out lately. I think I'll call it "Sh*t my son says"...
This evening I was upstairs finishing up some work on my laptop, when I overheard heard my boys talking downstairs in the family room. Noah had been playing with his tool kit and says (as he always does) to Jordan, "Hey Dad! We're MEN!"
Daddy says, "Yeah we are. And what do men do?"
Noah: "Watch TV!"
Dad: "Oh yeah, what else?"
Noah: "We can bounce balls. And we sit on our butts."
Dad got a good chuckle out of that one, and apparently decided to goad the kid on: "Sounds like us for sure. What else do men do?"
Noah: "Eat pizza?"
Dad: "Yep! What else?"
Noah: "And burp and fart!"
Dad: "AWESOME! Anything else?"
Noah: "And we sleep in our own beds!"
My sincerest apologies to my future daughter-in-law...
Last Friday, I got to take a trip with Bam-Bam's daycare class over to our favorite holiday spot - Santa's Village. The brave souls (aka the "2's Teachers") fed, napped, pottied, and bundled up 24 little munchkins before some of us parents joined the group for the trek over to the park for the big outing.
As soon as we got there, unbundled, and split the group into two more manageable groups of toddlers, No-Fear Noah was the first kid to hop up on Santa's lap. He asked Santa for a Brachiosaurus. Santa throws me kindof a panicked look, but then very sweetly says, "well, have you been a nice little boy this year?"
Noah: "Yeah! I'm a good boy!"
Santa: "Okay then, I think I can manage to bring you a dinosaur for Christmas."
Noah immediately jumps off his lap, yells, "okay! Let's go get it!" and tries to pull Santa up off the chair -- there will be none of this waiting for Christmas morning nonsense, he needs this dino RIGHT NOW. Bless his heart, Santa managed to salvage the moment by telling him all about how if you are kind to your sister and helpful to your Mom & Dad, when Christmas morning comes that dinosaur will be in your stocking.
Crap. Anybody happen to know where I could find a Brachiosaurus for sale?
Noah and his new friend Santa Claus
Santa even got fist-pounds from some very excited little boys, prepping him for his long trek on Christmas Eve. The boys were also particularly interested in un-decorating the beautiful Christmas trees that decked the halls of Santa's Village. Mrs. Claus was less successful in getting the gang to sit still for storytime. (But really, Mrs. Claus, they're two - did you really expect complete silence and full participation from this crowd?)
Noah & Mama, still smiling after being told for the 12 billionth time, "DON'T TOUCH THE TRAIN!!"
He also snatched a $1 bill out of the toy train (a collection for the local Food Pantry).
I'd be impressed if I weren't so mortified.
Asha's nose was pretty out of joint that her bro got to go to Santa's Village, but she wouldn't get to attend because she'd be in school. We went there the past two years as a family outing, but fighting those crowds just didn't seem like a whole lot of fun with a rambunctious two-year-old in tow, especially one who had already seen the wonders this place had to behold. But Mommy took pity on her, and we ventured across the neighbor's backyard to the Village late that Saturday afternoon. We quickly discovered that is definitely the time to go!No crowds, no lines, unlimited access to the craft table, and plenty of time to give Santa the entire rundown of your wish list.
That's a whole lot of sparkly blue eyes!
Decorating cookies with Mrs. Claus. Dear old Mrs. Claus shared plenty of Christmas-themed jokes, which Asha has since repeated constantly to anyone who will listen (and even those who won't). And quite the cute little elf, if I do say so myself!
Ornament making was her favorite activity, followed by a visit to Dasher & Blitzen, then a carefully worded request to Old St. Nick to bring this very good little girl something special in her stocking Christmas morning. So while we went on separate trips, I must say we all thoroughly enjoyed the Santa Village for the 3rd year in a row!
Seeing all the Christmas cheer at the Village also inspired me to get my hiney in gear and get the Christmas decorations put up in our house. Despite the ZERO snowfall we have on the ground as of December 14th (!), it really is beginning to look a lot like Christmas!
Yeah, yeah, I know: it's been awhile since we've chatted. I've really been quite the slacker with the ol' blog these days. I could tell you it's because I've been out enjoying the unseasonably nice weather we've had around here. I could tell you it's because I've been busy cooking and baking and prepping for a huge Thanksgiving feast. I could tell you it's because I've spent the last 6 weeks preparing, cleaning, moving, cleaning, touching-up, cleaning, staging, cleaning, re-organizing and cleaning our house before we put it on the market. I could tell you that between parent/teacher conferences, gymnastics, soccer, hockey, birthday parties, and a newfound love for racquetball (yeah, I know), I just haven't had a whole lotta extra time on my hands to blog! Or, I could tell you what is probably the most truthful: that I haven't really had anything all that interesting to say lately! Ha! But I'm back, at least for now, because I just had to tell you about...
HOW TO SUCCEED IN BUSINESS
(WITHOUT REALLY TRYING)
A few days ago, Asha asked us if we could go to Disneyland. It's a common occurrence, her asking this question, so we didn't give much thought to it and just gave our standard "no" response. But the child was feeling particularly persistant that day and kept digging for more.
"Why CAN'T we go?"
"Because, we just can't."
"Well why not?"
"Because I said so!"
"THAT'S NOT A REAL REASON!" (that one sure came back to bite me...)
She had me there. So I brought in the Truth Teller, (aka The Dream Crusher): Daddy.
"Asha, we can't go to Disney because we just haven't saved up enough money to take a trip like that right now."
"Well you guys have lots of money, I saw a whole bunch in Mom's purse! Let's use that to go on our trip!" She was referring to the approximately $7 + change that I had that particular day.
At this point we decided to make this a lesson in hard work and penny pinching. Mistake? Probably. This kid outsmarts the both of us on a regular basis and we tend to make poor parenting decisions...
"Oh, honey, we really would love to take you there, we just can't right now. Ok? Maybe in a couple years when Noah is bigger we'll all go. That way we will have time to work hard and save up our money so we can do everything there that we want to do."
She wasn't convinced. "But I wanna goooo nooooowwwww! Can't you guys just go and work harder and make some more money at your jobs?"
Mommy inserts wisecrack, "Well, can't YOU just go GET a job?" Jordan shoots me a 'you're not helping' glare...
"No Mom, I'm five, I can't even drive yet and you won't even let me walk to daycare. Why don't you just go tell your bosses to give you more money and then we can go to Disneyland?!"
Well, durr. Sounds perfectly reasonable! Why the hell didn't I think of that before? But then Jordan, guy-who-never-lets-sleeping-dogs-lie, keeps on with our little life lesson.
"It's not that easy, Asha. It's very important to work hard and do your best, but sometimes that doesn't mean you'll get more money". (I must admit I sortof tuned out at this point, right about when he started in on the money-isn't-everything lecture. The guy can be a real bummer sometimes...)
But just when we thought she was about to concede, Asha responded with a frighteningly well thought-out argument as to why we should just get off our (apparently) lazy butts and get to the moneymakin' so she can meet up with Mickey & Minnie before she hits the ripe old age of 7 and all the magic is over. And yes. Yes, she did use the word "magic". *sigh*
Ever had those parenting situations where you know you ABSOLUTELY MUST NOT LAUGH at your child in this moment, but every muscle on your face is twitching from trying not to erupt into giggles and it is taking every ounce of self control not to look your spouse in the eye cuz you know you'll lose it? Yup, that happened.
So I had her restate her points on camera just so we wouldn't forget. As if we would. It probably wasn't quite as poignant the second time around (and of course she had to do one take with sparkly hat, one without, and restage her background for better lighting.) If this girl ain't the product of the Debate Coach and the Theater Queen...
But really, the kid makes a whole lot of sense, doesn't she?
You've all heard the golden line from your dear Mother: "Always wear clean undies in case you're in an accident."
Why?
If I'm in an accident, I'm probably gonna crap my pants out of fear and shock anyway.
It was probably just some wisely figurative way of saying "always be prepared" or "appearance matters" or maybe "if you're going to make an impression, make a good one"… y'know, some brilliant nugget of motherly genius.
I'm coming to realize that what Mom probably should have been saying all those years was, "always wear non-embarrassing underwear in case, God forbid, anyone ever sees them." This is far more practical advice.
Yes, this advice would have served me well tonight when I went to the massage therapist. As I stripped down, I realized with horror that I was wearing…. THEM. The most embarrassing pair of underwear on this big blue planet. These weren't just your everyday run-of-the-mill Granny Panties. Nosirreeebob, these were some extra-roomy maternity undies. Let's be clear: I am not and will not be pregnant. Nor have I been for 2.5 years. But I have continued to don the ginormous bloomers because to be perfectly honest, they are SUPER comfy. I have the same sentiments about maternity clothing in general. In fact, it's a good thing my sister-in-law got pregnant when she did (she inherited my maternity clothes) because if she hadn't, I'm certain I'd still be wearing those jeans with the stretchy, oh-so-comfy expandable waistband. Don't judge me. They're fricken comfortable.
Back when I was in my teens & twenties, underwear were a novel item: sexy, colorful, expensive garments that NEVER saw the light of day. But in my thirties, my underthing-priorities have changed considerably: Practical, comfortable, cheap. And now it seems like EVERYONE sees them. My doctor, massage therapist, chiropractor, the kids, the husband, hell, even the UPS Man (long story, suffice it to say we won't be ordering any packages anytime soon) and one time even a male co-workerwho got a close-up glimpse of the GP's when a laundry incident landed a pair right in the pocket of my hoodie (which I proceeded to pull out and examine right in front of him. Smooth move, huh!?).
But those extra-roomy, panel-in-front maternity underpants? Those, I kept. Sweet mercy, WHY!!! But guess what? I don't care. Because that stretchy, sturdy cotton is like wearing a fluffy cloud on the hiney. Some days, my life is absolute chaos. And the practical comfort of those giant underoos help me tackle my crazy life with energy and fortitude that no one wearing a pair of those floss-in-the-crack panties would be able to muster. So yes, I think my massive Mom-derwear gives me power. I am SuperMom!
There's another popular saying that goes, "put on your big girl panties." I think it's figuratively supposed to mean "suck it up, deal with it, be strong, etc.". Well, my Mom-advice is to take that saying literally. Because even though, frankly, they kinda might… well… look like mountains, those suckers might just be able to help you move mountains.
When I got home from daycare tonight, things were going pretty rotten for me. I couldn't help it, all I wanted to do was listen to my favorite Justin Bieber song ever on the radio, and Mom just turned off the van right in the middle of it. How dare she! So I threw just the teeniest little temper tantrum to let her know just how displeased I really was. That didn't go so well, cuz then I had to sit in time out when we got in the house. No fair!
As soon as I got out of time out, Noah picked up his toy sword and smacked me right in the face with it. UGH! Little brothers are such a pain! This just wasn't shaping up to be a good night.
Then... my Mom made yucky supper that had vegetables in it. I hate it when she does that. Dad told me I better suck it up and eat it, cuz that's all I'm getting for supper. They're the meanest. All I wanted to do was hang out in my room so I could read my new library book. You know, the one about the dead kitty cat that Mom freaked out about when I brought home from the school library? But noooooooo. Nobody would leave me alone so I could enjoy my peace and quiet!
Don't they understand what a rough month I've had? I mean COME ON, PEOPLE! I have been one busy kid lately! The life of a Kindergartener is not an easy one, ya know! One month ago, I started going to school. Like EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. That's a lot of learning. But I love school so much, it's so much fun. I really like my teacher and I have made lots of new friends. In fact, I've learned so much in the past month that I think I'm pretty much ready to go out and get a job now.
For example, since school started, I've learned how to write all 26 letters of the alphabet in lower case. I can write lots of stuff now, like notes to my parents which I leave all over the house for them. Oh, and I almost forgot the most important part: I learned how to READ!! It's pretty cool. So that's why I've been going to the library more, and getting really interesting books about things that my parents don't really wanna talk about. Grownups are weird.
I also just learned how to tie my shoes. You might think that's no big deal, but Dad says "thank goodness, no more velcro or slip-ons!" It still takes me about 100 years to tie one knot, but I'm getting the hang of it.
No more training wheels! Wooohooo!!
Guess what else I figured out how to do this month? Yep: I can ride my bike with NO training wheels! I tried a couple times this summer, but always got too frustrated. So one weekend when my Grandma & Grandpa & my uncles were here, I just decided to show off my skills and I just hopped on my Princess bike and rode on down the street while my Mommy ran behind me. She was yelling something, but I couldn't hear her because I was going so fast! It's super fun, now I ride all the time!
This was right after I scored my very first goal ever!
One of the best things I've done lately is start playing K-1 soccer. I played Pre-K last year, but this team is only girls and WAY more fun! My Dad is the coach. He's kindof a fun-killer for my little soccer social hour, but it's pretty great having him coach me and my friends. We have an awesome time together. I scored my first goal EVER this month too! I thought that was so much fun that just I went ahead and scored my 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th goals over the next 3 games! I pretty much don't ever slow down... soccer is awesome!
On top of all those super amazing things I've been doing lately, I still manage to find the time to do my normal fun stuff, like playing dress-up, Barbies, bugging my bro-bro, reading, coloring, painting, singing, dancing, giggling, shopping, watching movies, riding bike to the park to practice my monkey bar routine, and other regular kid things. Mom says she doesn't know where I find the energy. I do. It's all those darn vegetables she's feeding me!
Miss Monkey Business
So I wish those grownups would just cut me a little slack, ya know? I've got a busy life, and now I don't even get to take naps anymore! I mean, I'd like to see you learn how to read and write, tie your shoes, ride a bike, kick a goal, and swing across the monkey bars 76 times and then land on your feet! ALL WITHIN 30 DAYS' TIME! My many talents tend to go unappreciated...
It ain't easy being a Kindergartener. But I'm getting pretty good at it...
Despite being just a few months behind schedule, I took the kiddos in for their "birthday portraits", taken the end of July. When we got to the studio, the photographer asked how old they were turning, so I responded, "two and five." Noah, ever the little parrot, starts repeating "two and five! two and five! two and five!" until he nearly drove his parents and sister bonkers! Apparently, this little phrase was pretty catchy: We're potty training now, and use M&M's as a little reward when he goes on the potty. If he does the deed, I'll ask him "Ok, so how many M&M's do you want?" and he always responds, "TWO AND FIVE!" Glad to see those Christman "weirdo genes" are starting to show up in that kid...
Anyway, here are the results of our photo-session. The patriotic red-white-n-blue theme wasn't intentional but they sure do look like the All-American kids don't they!? Not sure how it happened that these little monkeys grew up so dang fast!
Hello my smiley little man. I happen to think you are the cutest two year old boy on earth! That chin dimple is too much & I just wanna smooch your pudgy toddler cheeks all day long!
Anyone else think he looks a lot like Daddy here? Right down to that dang untameable cowlick on the back of his head!
This look usually says one of two things: 1) I'm tired and wanna snuggle or 2) I'm kinda bored and am about to get reeeal naughty. The goose egg on my forehead [*head butt*] is a sign that I have not yet learned the subtle nuances between the two.
Looks like he's about to share some "wisdom according to Noah"
Silly goob. This so very well captures him though, my contemplative little comedian!
Love those sparkly blue eyes!
Miss Ash has always been so very photogenic, plus she's such a little poser that photographers usually just eat her up when she comes in for pics! But this time I wasn't so sure. When I went to daycare to pick the kids up, I realized that all the big kids were on their daily excursion to the city pool! So Mommy sped like a maniac across town, grabbed her out of the pool on that super-hot day, face bright-red, hair sopping wet, and looking rather like a wrinkly newborn field mouse. Attractive. But, thanks to Daddy's fancy brush-work and ingenius use of the air-conditioning system in the minivan, she arrived at the studio 15 minutes later looking adorable as all getout, with her dry(ish) locks and non-fuschia skin tone!
We had a hard time getting her to stop giggling so her face wasn't all scrunched up in the pics... this turned out pretty cute though! And how about that outfit?! She's very in to "zebra stripes" lately! I totally want those shoes...
Thought it looked ridiculous when the photorapher was having her pose like this, but it actually turned out pretty darn cute!
My favorite shot of her... just so "Asha"!
Hello pretty girl. How come you grew up so fast?
Then we did some shots of the two of them together. I was a little worried that bossy big sis and independent little bro would not cooperate... but thankfully, they proved me wrong!
This one was so that Mommy could remember the height difference between them at this age. I can't believe how quickly Noah is catching up to his (tall-for-her-age) sister!
They had just erupted into giggles here, I think the photographer captured their silliness pretty well!
My favorite shot of the whole session - this is totally them in their element!
So sweet. Big sis takes such good care of her little bro, and while sometimes he pays her kindness back with a little shove, most of the time he can be found right by her side, tagging along and looking for a hug! Yes, they have their fair share of battles, but it is so incredible to see how close these two have become!
