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Chinese and Chop Sticks

Neither Caleb nor I are picky eaters. Somehow we produced two, pretty picky eaters. I understand it might just be the ages, but I thought I would have kids that would like all kinds of foods. I thought wrong. There is only a hand full of foods that I can give my kids that guarantees they will eat it. I am sure you can guess what they are, pretty typical kid foods, chicken nuggets, hot dogs, fruit, etc. Among those foods, high on the list is Chinese food! One food proving these little ones are my kids. I make them try any food I make, but you know how that goes sometimes.

Our Morning- A Movie

BIG Kids

Not sure how this happened. My kids are huge. All of the sudden just in the last few days they both seem older. Ada is chatting up a storm and James seems like he grew 3 inches. My peanuts! This is the 1st picture in a long time that I have of them together.

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These pictures are life. They are the everyday. I am not kicking toys to the side to get a good picture to post on Facebook or (rarely) my blog. Play clothes, faces full of dirt from a hard day of play, soap residue covering, well, everything from blowing bubbles until our eyes pop out. Little girls hair NOT neatly tied back by with a clip or pony. It's life. Why lie about it? I was looking at the pics as I uploaded them to my computer.
Maybe I can edit this one? The photographer in me comes out. Not that it ever goes away. Ohhh look at how dirty they look. Isn't that what pictures are all about? Capturing TIME. Yes, CAPTURING TIME! That is how they looked at that particular point. And you bet your socks off that is how I want to remember it. Real. Not doctored, edited, spiffed up. My babies. Bubble lips. Dirty feet. Discovering, learning, being. At this moment. And I get to keep that forever. Yep, I will be that crazy lady in 50 years with all of the photo albums and hundreds of pictures on the walls. I won't deny it either. Take more pictures. There isn't such a thing as too many pictures.

Back to School

The moment James has been waiting ever so patiently came yesterday. He got to go back to school. This is his second year of preschool, so not a lot different than last year. Same room, some of the same kids, and even one of the teachers is the same. He always tells me he is so shy. This sort of worried me last year, for normal (or not so normal) mom fears. I have no worries for him this year. I think he has come out of his shell a TAD. He seems to warm up to people faster than he used to.

I remember this from last year, wanting to know every tiny detail from his first day. How did it go? Did you have fun? What did you do first? Then what did you do? Did you go to the bathroom? What did you have for snack? Were the kids nice? Were your teachers nice? Then what did you do? Not sure if this is a boy thing or a preschool thing, or a combo of both, but the answer I always get is, "It was good." That does not come close to fulfilling the need of info I desire! I decide to give it a go again and ask another question,
"Were you a good boy?"
His reply," Well, they didn't kick me out."
This threw me way off guard, I come back with, "That's good."
I don't know about this one yet. :) No, I know that he is a good boy, for the most part. Maybe just a little sassy? He is my little sweetie pie lover boy. So concerned that Ada loves him. He is gentle, sensitive, a good cuddle buddy, pretty smart and all around the best little boy I know. (And that is not being biased at all!! wink wink)