Pictures

So we haven’t had a camera the past few weeks to update everyone with my adorable little babies (who are only getting bigger and bigger). Miss Karen sent a few to us and we thought we’d post them (thank you).

So for those of you that don’t know, we switched to cloth diapers about 3 months ago. I think it’s pretty cool honestly. But I’m not really going to go into a discussion about them. I really just wanted to tell anyone who wanted to know that the diapers we buy are currently being cleared out for a newer version and as such are cheaper. They’re Thirsties all-in-ones. Go to www.thirstiesbaby.com click on Shop Outlet, and there you go. Here’s an adorable picture of Felicity for inspiration.

There is so much less pressure exerted on Father’s Day than there is on Mother’s Day. I’m not sure exactly why, but I assume it’s because most Dads, like my Dad, are extremely forgetful and wouldn’t care if you forgot. Dads will go on their merry way and smile when you remember and laugh at the card you got from your 15 year old that said, “It’s said most girls marry men like their dads…if that’s true I’m on the lookout for a man who wears black socks with sandals.” It’s a total fashion disgrace.

My Mom calls my Dad The Screaming Marshmallow. As kids, when we got it trouble, it was my Dad who would warn us what he’d do when we were bad, but rarely ever did anything. His elephant memory would make him forget. So we’d get away with murder and then get ice cream afterwards (as long as mom wasn’t around).

My Dad made sure we went to church every Sunday. He has this weird I-have-to-be-twenty-minutes-early-to-everything syndrome, so we always had the best seats in the house (actually I don’t think anyone would have fought us for the front row seats truth be told).

My Dad can believe it or not can (kinda) cook. He use to always make this banana nut bread every Sunday and take it over to widows homes. He’d usually take one of us kids (probably to teach us a thing or two). Everytime we went over, these old ladies would know just who my Dad was and invite him in and they would chat for 15 minutes or so and he’d give them the bread. They’d always say “Thank your wife for the bread.” I asked my Dad why he didn’t say that he made the bread (it really was good) and he said it really didn’t matter who made the bread that he was just doing the Lord’s work.

I loved Daddy Daughter dates, those were awesome. We’d usually go out to eat. I remember we went out for my 9th birthday to this Mexican place and I got this cupcake at the end and got to wear a funny hat and was sung Happy Birthday to by all the waiters. It was pretty embarrassing, but since it was Dad, I also felt pretty special.

Now, our relationship is mostly phone based, I mean I am 3,000 miles away. My Dad is going pretty deaf (Mom said it happened when he was in Kuwait 2 years ago). Our conversations are hilarious. They’ll go something like this:
Me-I’m on my way to work.
Dad-You’re having a good day? That’s great!
Me-Yeah, it’s a good day.
Dad-What are you doing? Are you at home?
Me-I’m on my way to work.
Dad-What?
Me-I’M ON MY WAY TO WORK.
Dad-Work, oh, well I hope it’s great.

Yep that’s my dad, forgetful, black socks with sandals, I-have-to-be-twenty-minutes-early-to-everything syndrome, good servant, and going deaf. Which brings me to my next subject:

Steven. Well I really did marry a man just like my Dad. Steven’s forgetful, wears black socks with sandals, has I-have-to-be-twenty-minutes-early-to-everything syndrome, is a good servant, and is also going deaf (or maybe that’s selective hearing).

Steven is a great Dad, parenting is pretty much 50/50 at our house. He changes his share of diapers. He watches his share of girls. He has Moo, Baa, Lalala memorized (only occasionally needing some prompting from Seporah). He cooks a mean pizza. He cleans up toy, after toy, after toy. He puts the girls to bed better than I ever could. He also exclusively trims the girl’s fingernails (that’s one chore I do NOT do). He has so much more patience than their Mom does. He also takes care of their Mom and believe me, I would know, she needs it. And perhaps the most crowning achievement at the present moment: he helped Seporah use the potty for the very first time yesterday since starting potty training 6 months ago.

I probably don’t talk about Steven as much as I should. Yeah, Steven drives me crazy sometimes, but if he were ever gone, I don’t think I could do it. Because without Steven, I don’t have a clue how I would do this whole mom business. He really is the best Dad I could ever ask for for my children.

This was taken way back when Steven and I were engaged. Ahh, good times. Life was ever so much less complicated, less busy and less dirty. We had no idea.

The first picture is of Seporah at 1 month 25 days. The second picture is of Felicity at 6 months 21days. Notice anything? They are wearing the exact same outfit. If that gives you an idea how big Seporah was and how little Felicity is. You can also tell my picture taking ability has somewhat improved. Or at least the one of Felicity is in focus.

So Mommy went to slept in her room and shut the door. And Daddy was suppose to be watching us, but he was tired too, so he went to slept on the couch. I figured with both parents asleep I could do whatever I wanted to. So I found the camera (which they never let me play with) and took pictures. See what a good photographer I am!