We adore those beautiful eyes and beautiful curls. Those little hands and spunky smile.
Monday, March 14, 2011
loved
These are some well-cared-for bears. Their every need is met-- whether its a diaper, a drink of milk, a story, a kiss on the nose or a cuddle to get to sleep-- they get it all.
Because they have someone who loves them very much.
These bears will find themselves all over the house.
Sometimes they will end up in Asher's bed for a baby cuddle, sometimes in the rocking chair ready for a story.
Sometimes a pillow for a tired head. Always looked after.
And this little girl. We adore her.

We love her funny questions and made up words. Yesterday she told me she wanted to "dishing". "Please Mama, dishing?" It took 2 seconds to figure out what that meant. The same as "warshing" but now that she knows what dishes are, dishing seems like a more appropriate word. Her favorite activity of late is dancing like a ballerina and doing hand motions to songs. A special favorite is "Roly Poly" and "This little light of mine". We sing at almost every meal and in-between meals.
And she will always be delighted to have snuggle time with her mom or dad. Loves that we spend evenings in her room playing with her before bedtime. Loves that we laugh as she dances around the room or reads her books or draws pictures at her art station. Loves that we work on puzzles together. Every night we put her to sleep and talk though the day. Josie says each of her friends' names and something about them. She listens to a song and a prayer and snuggles into her pillow, (now a big girl, she sleeps on a mattress on the floor and has a real pillow!) under her blanket and smiles as we say "night night". She's a keeper, that's for sure.
And so is this guy. Our rough and tumble happy camper. Who heals so quickly. I do believe it's Josie's kisses and mama's milk that make owies disappear in 3 days. We're thankful for that.
Yes, we are thankful for so many things.
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2 comments:
We have those elephant PJ's. I love them. But seriously, I'm not pregnant. We have opened the door, but, um, I'm not. I've been crying like that the whole 16mos the kid's been with us. Pretty sure it's not hormonal...can't blame it on that.
Josie reminds me of Shirley Temple in one of the pictures. Adorable!
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