mid-march beachin'

This will prob be one of many pic heavy posts of times spent at the beach. Also?  I love the photo aps on my phone.  and I love my kids at the beach.  I love my kids at home too.  But I think I love them more at the beach.

Ha!



Loves him some sand play




and Ari loves him some mama-wearing.




Milo just plopped himself next to this nice red-haired lady and starting playing.




So far, Ari can sit happily in the sand whilst scooping handfuls of sand into his face...and magically, into his diaper.




the pirate ship lives on.



Ari catches up with his buddy Eli (born 3 weeks apart!)



and Milo meets up with Eli's brother, Sage, for some ice cream.




...and they continue to hang out while their moms....um...catch up over a glass of wine!




I couldn't help taking a pic before I kindly yet gently yet firmly tell Milo to get off the rocks for the 6th time.




Ari telling Peyton about that time...




Milo with his buddies John and Emerson...getting brave



White Tail, boys first tube slide

6 months



Ari a la 3 days




Ari a la 6 months




Ari a la 6 teeth!!
(2 on bottom, 4 up top.  It's a tad ridic, in my opinions.)




One of the reasons I can't stop co-sleeping:  the cutes.



Oh, my presh...

We took lil bubbly man to his 6 month appointment.  This is a little on the impressive side due to the fact I neglected to bring him to his 4 month check up. WHOOPS!

Stats:  17 lbs (50th percentile)

           I forget his exact height in inches but I do know it was "above 97th percentile."  So my boy is long and lean.



and continues to be a cute-ness machine...
still sportin' that teething necklace, I see.
Yes, it works.




"Mama, you tell the greatest stories!"




This bath brought to you by Dr. Bronner's Castile Soap, Hemp Almond.  That beautiful murky water is a fabulous thing...



Just Love.

6 months!
6 months?!?
Already!?

Already...

Of this and that

Milo was craving some cupcakes.  I KNOW...how WEIRD, yeah!?  So, like a good mom, I took him to our local bakery.  And YUM.  Of course, when we got home he wanted to bake some cupcakes.  So...like a good mom...



But Milo-man isn't all Milo-sweet.  Some days, and sometimes everyday, he would be a Milo-beast.
It's tough being 3, I suppose.




And then I bought a spoon holder that has a vagina painted on it.
I didn't even notice this until I placed it predominately on my stove.
I know!  How did I miss the vagina!?!




Me and my shopping buddy doing some retail therapy.
See: searching for the perfect vagina spoon holder...




We've had some pretty fantastic February days.
This mild winter suits us well.




Ari has taken quite well to this contraption.




...and so has Milo...




At 3 and a half years of age, Milo can give or take a nap.  Some days he'll go down easily, other days he'll just do cart wheels in his room while acting out a Power Rangers scene.

I prefer the days he naps though.




Grandma has taken a sabbatical in the southwest and sent Milo a feather. 
He likes to pretend it's a gun.
So sweet...



Big brother likes to establish his Alpha-ness from the get go.  Here, Milo has wrapped a belt around Ari. I have a feeling these two are gonna have lots of fun at the expense of my peace of mind...

The day before the husb came home, Milo helped me put up Daddy's welcome home sign.
To say we were excited is an understatement!
74 days without the husb....



Safe and Sound!



And now Ari can sit up in this thing. The rock and play is growing closer to retirement...along with the 0-6 month clothing. GAH!



We get out of the house every once in awhile.

and Ari sometimes sleeps through it...



Milo with his sweet jumps




lots of baby wearing going on around here



Milo has a thing for twins...

and apparently so does Ari...



Visiting with some old friends and met a few new ones too!




blanket babies!
for a little while at least...

 the ends.

giftmas

Oh yeah! I almost forgot to show and tell some Christmas pics.  Heh.  I've been busy carrying babies and stuff...



Our gingerbread house got hit bad this year by Hurricane Grandma-n-Grandson



Sleep smile during a post-gifts nap




Our tree was on a diet this year...borderline anorexic, really.




Me: tired and in need of coffee.  And a pedicure.  And definitely a haircut...A little make-up wouldn't hurt either...
Him: Ridiculously perfect!





the boy loves his trucks...

uncle Ben!