Good humor

When the sun shines for a total of five minutes in the entire month of June, you just gotta celebrate with your first visit to the neighborhood ice cream truck, right?

The Graduate

{post ceremony donut mouth}

Lucy had her preschool "graduation" last week. Now, before you get all choked up wondering where the time has gone, she is not starting kindergarten in the fall...or even the fall after that. (Heaven help us, we've got two more years until she qualifies for kindergarten...i.e., two more years of tuition bills higher than they will be until she's in college.) Nevertheless, she had her very first graduation ceremony and it was adorable. I got there right before it started, Phoebe in tow, so in my haste I ended up taking some really bad photos. I have to remind myself that even though I am starting to take better and better photos, I still need to not be afraid of posting photos here that document our lives even if they fall far less than "perfect." In fact, I think that here the imperfection makes these photos kinda sweet.

{goofing around with her teachers}

{receiving her diploma}

{watching her classmates receive their diplomas}

Which one's it gonna be?

Her?

Or her?

{or maybe both?}

Lucy has decided that some day, her children will be named Gabriella and Dylan. Yesterday, she told Jeff that they will actually be twins. When Jeff told her that twins are a lot of work, she replied, "That's ok, Daddy...I don't mind the pushing."

What on earth am I going to do with this child of mine? Maybe I should just call Harvard Medical School and see how early is too early to apply for early admissions. Either that or I should call Saturday Night Live to see if they have an apprentice program for three-year-olds.

What the heck, I think I'll just do both.

Ribbon of girls

Lucy's first official school photo

{sweetie pie!}

Feeling woozy

Many times every day, my heart just overflows with love for my children. So I find myself asking Lucy, "Do you know how much Mommy loves you?" to which she always replies, "Sooooo much!" The other day, when in one of those moments, I said, "Lucy, I love you so much my heart could...what?" She was quiet for a moment, then replied, "barf." I'd like to think she meant burst, but either way, the sentiment from her heart was pure.

Anyway, I took these photos of her before going to a birthday party on Sunday and, well, she looks so beautiful that I could just barf. Couldn't you?

Happy Anniversary to Nana & Poppa

65 years...unbelieavable and truly inspirational. We love you so very much!

Busy Bers

Phoebe (or Bers, as we sometimes call her...as in PhoeBERS) is such a busy busy busy bee. A busy Bers! And it's true what I have said since Lucy was this age...15 months is the age at which the baby ends and the toddler begins. Here is some of what she's been up to:

{trying to get out of the 5th percentile for weight}

{um, practicing for a future trip to new orleans?}

{practicing important mothering multi-tasking skills}

{mastering the sippy cup...sort of}

{acting like a general nutjob goofball}

We love you, Bers! Don't ever change! (Just calm down an eensy teensy bit).

Pool's open!

After a long, long winter...we thought we'd never see this day.

The garden: Part I

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I've been spending lots of time on the garden lately. I will spend hours out there and then come inside and realize that it looks like a bomb hit my house....but oh well. I took these photos the other day of the peonies and hydrangea as they were bursting to life. I'll take more soon of the whole yard. It's looking great out there!