Can't leave these classic pictures out! Notice the text on Capri's onesie. How true is that! I'm not really sure why I love the screaming picture but there is something adorable and memorable about it. She looks like such a little munchkin in that picture. And I must mention that the sweater she was wearing is one of my very favorites! Is it obvious that I love dressing my girls!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
He was actually okay until I asked him if he was okay, and then he mourned for a little bit. He couldn't bear to flush Gary down the toilet for several days, so Gary sat on the counter (in his bowl) until Max was ready to part ways. Probably the saddest part about this story is that Maxwell probably won't ever have another pet, unless someone decides to give out hampsters as party favors, and actually, I'm not sure how anyone could call that a "favor"!
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
I think it was on my wedding day that this tradition of having all the boys sweep the bride up and lay her horizontal started in the Smith family. It is a very uncomfortable tradition, but is always good for a laugh!
This is a snapshot from the reception in which I look like I am forcing my eyes open wider to look like I am so well rested, Steve isn't even attempting to look awake and Capri was so sick we almost took her to the hospital later that evening!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Freckles are a funny thing, it's even a funny word. Say it out loud a few times and you'll probably chuckle in agreement. I have talked to many people who have no love for their freckles or have bad memories of their younger more prevalent freckle days. As a child I had the spattering of freckles, you know the freckles across the nose and cheeks with the occasional cluster throughout other parts of the face. I loved my freckles. My Mom always told me that people with freckles don't get acne. I'm not sure where she got her information and I really don't know if it's true or not, but I bought into it completely, and I really didn't get much acne, even during puberty. I also have very fond memories of adults looking down at me and expressing their love for my freckles and my cute little button nose. I really didn't give my freckles too much thought, but when I did they were adoring thoughts. Now I understand that some people have more than just the spattering of freckles, in fact, my own Maxwell has more than what I would consider a spattering, so to each their own freckle feelings, but I do know that I am completely endeared to Max's freckle face. Don't get me wrong, I think an olive skinned, spot and blemish free child is absolutely beautiful, but seriously, look at that little cropped picture of my cuddlebug and to me there is nothing more adorable (inlcluding the crazy 2nd grade teeth...I'm admitting my bias)! I want to make sure he loves his freckles as well, so ever since these little splats of pigment started arriving on his nose (around age 3) I started telling him how much I love them. I haven't shared the acne angle yet! I would count them each night and he loved it. By the age of four I had lost count, but I still pretended to count and would always stop somewhere around 100, and it was around that time that I found my favorite. Meet Mr. Dot! Do you see the almost perfectly round freckle below his right nostril? It's a little bit bigger and a little bit darker than the rest. To me it is the epitomy of the perfect freckle. I no longer count his freckles, but nearly every night I give Mr. Dot a kiss, and Maxwell loves it. Sophie started to feel left out, so we found Mrs. Dot, who resides at the top of her neck. It is probably even more of a perfect freckle than Mr. Dot, but it's kind of in a ticklish spot so I'm not really allowed to give it kisses, unless I steal them, which means it doesn't get the same attention from me as Mr. Dot, and usually falls off my freckle radar!