One small step for most babies, one HUGE leap for Lukey! Yeah, it actually might happen!
5 years ago

H is for hearts! We did our letter today and I cut a heart out of a sponge and then Cooper dipped it in paint and applied it to the paper. He was slamming his palm down on the sponge and then cracking up with laughter. It was really funny and he didn't want to stop. I had to pry the nasty sponge out of his hand! Then he started drawing and he drew a face and then a "c" and and "e". This is the first recognizable things he's done. It was so cool to see him connect with the marker finally!


Even Ethan was feeling the fun!




But seriously, what about those people who love dogs? I really can't be happy existing next to a neighbor who has a dog--that would not be heaven to me.
Anyhow, we made the cookies together and Jake declared them to be "the best cookies I have EVER had!" Yeah, obviously, since there are still half of them sitting on the counter. Or maybe sugar just doesn't tempt him like it does the rest of the world? Sometimes I'm convinced of that!






F stands for what? Why, fish, of course! We had a fun one with this and even more fun with Linc and Ella. We just used Coop's thumb print for the body then added fins and bubbles with markers.

The next day we made a frog craft with all of the monkeys. Yeah, it was messy...but it was fun! I was amazed at the concentration and effort they were putting into it. They're definitely no Monet, but for 2 and 3 year old they ain't bad!
Seeing that smile makes all the sleepless nights, tears, bleeding (TMI??), hemmroids (TMI??), achy body, and pains worth it. I LOVE IT!!











It's always fun when Daddy comes home. Do the rest of you feel this way? For some reason, once Jake comes home the family livens up and everything seems more fun. Maybe that's why fathers are meant to be in the home...to show kids that families are supposed to be nice and fun, not strict and always being yelled at by mom:). Granted, we are with them all day so we see their good and bad sides and have no tolerance for children by dinner time. Yeah for dad's coming home and rescuing mom's at the end of the day!
Then: Coop is being very sneaky and has that "I've done something I don't want you to know about" look. Uh oh! I asked him what he was eating. Nothing. Is that bread? Yeah. Oh my! He had dug out the top bun from my day old Chick-fil-A sandwich, which was residing in the garbage can (and not on the top of it). Gross! He was going to town on that thing. Oh well...just one day old bread sitting in a stale garbage isn't the worst thing he could eat. 


