There is almost 4 years between my boys, but they love each other and already have a strong brotherly bond. It is sweet to see them play and interact together. Obi likes to wear the same thing that Jasper does, so I found them a couple shirts that matched and was going to take some pictures together. But, with both of them not sitting even remotely still, most of what I got were blurry, but funny pictures.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Friday, March 28, 2014
Breakfast
Breakfast at our house is a serious business…well, for some of us. This morning Jasper at applesauce and banana, a whole blueberry pancake, and a scrambled egg. He was eyeing my plate for any scraps that might have been left on mine too. Obi on the other hand would much rather play, or as was the case this morning - hunt for tigers and vicious wildebeests. I don't want to forget the seemingly mundane moments that really are special and spectacular.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
snow
A few weeks back we had the last snow of the winter. We got out and enjoyed it even though it wasn't really snow you could build anything out of. Jasper is in all the pictures, he just is slightly camouflaged by his snow suit matching the sled. The two boys loved being out there and horsing around.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
my little builder
This kid loves to build with legos. He spends hours creating things and tweaking his inventions. SO cute, but it is also very serious business. All his creations have names and often are a series of letters and numbers - the most popular being 688998698 or any random conglomeration of the numbers 6, 8, and 9.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
the house
So, the day after tomorrow our little house of dreams will belong to another family. We poured blood, sweat, tears, and love into that home. It is part of us, and holds so many dear memories. Both our boys came home to that house. It was only fitting to take few pictures on the porch before we left. We are going to miss this place, but are so thankful for the time that God allowed for us to live there. It was a sweet gift to live in that place.
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