Park Time

Ice Cream Time

Messy Time

Parade Time

“Airplane!!”

“Candy!”

“Mmmmmm. Candy.”

Porch Time

Brother and sister…

Eating bacon together on the counter.

Eating applesauce in front of the TV.

Playing with umbrellas.

Looking out the window together.

And even wearing the same hair clips.

Wes loves to play with balls. He loves shooting baskets, playing catch, hitting the softball, etc. And he’s a really good shot.

Carissa’s favorite new toy is this play house. It comes with a mommy, daddy, and baby that she loves to play with. Someone gave it to Wes when he was about her age now (20 months) but he was never into it. Good thing we kept it! Wes will try to play with it alongside her, but she gets mad at him because he doesn’t do it right.

Carissa’s crazy hair.

Wesley.

Last night I was DYING for some Chinese food and John sweetly took us out to eat. I loved it.

Wesley’s fortune said, “You are capable, competent, creative, careful.” So true. Except for the “careful” part.

The other day I found both kids snuggled up behind the chair, reading books. So, so quietly.

As I’ve said before, cutting Wesley’s hair is a nightmare experience for me and him and everyone involved. I used to cut it myself but I quit when I found this place about 20 miles away that specializes in kids’ haircuts. It’s worth the drive and worth the money.

There’s a slide and a video game in the waiting area. Wes gets to sit in the vehicle of his choice to get his haircut (this time he picked the airplane), and he can watch a TV program while being groomed. The best part is the balloon at the end.

I think Wes looks handsome.

I paid 50 cents extra for Carissa to get her own balloon, even though she was a bystander.

This time Wes was amazingly calm for most of his cut–the best he’s ever done. After we finished we went next door to a consignment kids’ clothing shop where I bought Carissa two swimsuits (every girl needs multiple swimsuits, right?) for the summer. (Also, I wasn’t sure what size, and one was a one-piece, and the other had a t-shirt plus shorts.) Since they were used they were very affordable. And Carissa was insistent about getting the sippy cup seen in the picture above. You can never have too many sippy cups.

Our kids love their dad, and they love it when he plays with them. They get so excited when he walks in the room.

Too bad this didn’t focus. They love to ride around on dad. I call it a “dinosaur ride.”

Wesley’s favorite game: Ring Around the Rosy