The Jillster

I love my Jilly but somedays....well, she is 3 and she likes to talk, especially in the car when the music is playing loudly enough to make everyone happy and the baby is squawking and I'm trying to mentally recreate the list I left on the kitchen counter. This is how our conversations have been going lately...

Jill: "Can you go fast with your shoes off?"

Me: Uhhhh, "Yes."

Jill: "How come?"

Me: Uhhhh, "Because."

Jill: "You can't go any faster than the speed limit, right? Cause you'll get a ticket"

Me: "Yes, that is right."

Jill: "But you can still go fast?"

Me: "As long as you don't go too fast."

Jill: "Well, why do you want to take your shoes off?"

Me: ahhhhh!!! Breath deep, she means no harm. "Mommy needs to drive now so no more talking until we get to Costco."

Jill: "What?"

Me, louder: "Let's be quiet until we get there."

Jill: "What?"

I'll spare you my reply that I'm sure she heard loud and clear.

Like I said, I do love my Jilly. She IS the sweetest. Just look at her! How could I ever get frustrated with a kidlet with a face like that?

Nathan's B-day

Nathan's birthday (the 3rd) was a holiday this year. Yahoo!!

First stop: the beach...

36 years old. We're growing middle aged together, Dear.

Coming up, best present Nathan could ask for...(at least with the economy the way it is :)

Mia loves being outside, especially the beach.

Jill loves the beach too, as long as she doesn't get too dirty.

Next stop: Friday night Jazz in the Park or as Lucas says "Jazzin' in the park".

Thanks to the moves of Aunt Carmen, Jill and Lucas got to dance with the big people. If she could have, Jill would have spent the whole evening there alternating between dancing and staring at everyone else.

ahhh...

Lucas broke out his moves next to our picnic spot. He was really gettin' jiggy, aka show-boatin', until an elderly lady came up and asked him if he would dance with her. He immediately crumbled into his daddy's lap.

Kickin' back with Aunt Wendy.

Happy 4th...on the 14th

Sometime in the middle of the night between the 3rd and the 4th, Uncle Josh and Aunt Kate joined us. We, being the hostesses with the mostestes that we are, were sound asleep when they arrived.

For the second year, we were able to join our neighbors in a romping neighborhood 4th of July parade. Here we are waiting for the parade to make it to our house so we could join it without walking more than absolutely necessary.

Here it comes. They had to stop to fix the boom-box strapped to the back of the lead car. Do we still call those things boom-boxes?

Happy Birthday, America!

After the parade, all the kids met up for games. Lucas is just about to spit out a sunflower seed. It kinda dribbled out. We need to work on our spitting skills before next year.

Sack races!

We need to work on our sack racing skills before next year.

Chunky-chunks!

Jax and Jill

Rub-a-dub-dub...

Me, my little pumpkin-noodle, and our many chins.

And one more because this is what we do a lot of when we are together...

Baby in a closet

Plight of child number three...

It's summer...

dig out your tu tu, hug your sister,
and get your summer buz.