Guest Blogger: Boston

So apparently I'm really cute.

At least that's what everyone always tell me!

Everyone also says that I'm really small but my mom thinks I'm just perfect the way I am! She also thinks that my carseat is heavy enough as it is and if it gets any heavier she might not be able to leave the house anymore, so maybe it's okay if I stay small a little longer. In my short 4 months (almost 5!) I've already learned that looks can definitely be deceiving because despite what people assume when they see me, I'm a bottomless pit and can't get enough food! Whenever I see a bottle I start wiggling and screaming (in an adorable and endearing way, of course) and can't get it in my mouth fast enough. Then when it is in my mouth I want to hold it and not breathe because for some reason I think the food will get in me faster with that approach. I'm kind of crazy! But so is my mom because she decided to try to feed me oatmeal a couple of times.

I liked sitting in my Bumbo chair and wearing/pulling off my bib.

When the food first got in my mouth I didn't really know what to do with it...so I spit it out.

Then my mom tried to feed me another bite and this time I focused really hard and was able to keep most of it in my mouth (apparently that's where it's supposed to go)!

Then I decided I like the taste of my fingers better.

Then my mom made me take my fingers out of my mouth and I was not willing to play her game anymore! Hasn't she learned yet that I'm the boss? I guess I'll have to keep reminding her.

Today the weather was so beautiful! It was 70 degrees and super sunny. My mom decided we could skip quiet time and play outside for a while. She was a little worried that my head would get burned so she put on the only hat she could find.

I think I might need a little time to grow in to it but it still felt good to represent the Sox.

My sister is really excited for baseball season to start. She loves watching the Red Sox games with my dad and she keeps telling me that this year I can watch them too! I love my big sister. Every time I see her I smile really big, and every time I do she says,"Oh Bostie Boy, you love me don't you?"

I really do!

Even when her tooth is brown from too much frosting!

Or when she sneaks a bunch of oreos and licks the cream out of them, and then lines the soggy cookies up in a row in extremely OCD type fashion.

Or of course when she acts like a total goofball and dresses up like a confused princess, wearing two different colored high heels!

Yeah, I'm pretty lucky to have a big sister like her and I know she's glad she has a little brother like me.

Like my mom always says, life is good!

24 Reasons...

...Why I love Yannette

After a particularly frustrating craft day, I begged her to put me out of my misery and take over making my bows. And so she did. In fact, she made me 24 personalized, one-of-a-kind,

so-cute-I-want-to-go-shopping-just-to-find-outfits-that-match-them, bows! And I love them!

You see, I enjoy crafts. I enjoy creating things. I feel like I have a good vision for how I want a project to turn out. The problem is, my sausage link fingers & I have a VERY hard time actually making said projects come to life. Enter Yannette. She is like some sort of crafty wizard or something. You should see the creative things she comes up with, and if I didn't love her I'd hate her because she makes everything look so easy and then when I try to duplicate what she's done I end up looking like a 3 year old helped. Actually, my 3 year old is pretty coordinated. Maybe I'll have her jump in on my next project!

Anyway, the point is that Yannette is awesome with a hot glue gun and some ribbon.

And I am incredibly gifted at putting such ribbon in the cute curly hair of my beauty queen.

It takes all kinds...

 

Kiara-isms, with pictures

Lately Kiara has been begging me to take pictures of her different "silliest faces" as she calls them. She's come up with a few winners! I decided to post them along with some of her latest Kiara-isms.

(BTW, she has recently discovered that if she begins a sentence or question with "Mama" it immediately butters me up. She's a smart one, that girl!)

"Mama, you the bestest ever!"

"Mama, isn't it a beautiful day?"

K: "My nose hurts a little bit. "

Me: "I'm sorry. Why does it hurt?"

K: "Because I just pick it a lots of times."

"Wow, that was a rough day at Wal-Mart!"

(While playing at Chick-Fil-A, or as Kiara calls it "The bestest place ever!")

K: "Mama, Mama, I just made a new best friend!"

Me: "Really, what's her name?"

K: "I dunno."

K: "Boys are gross!"

Ben: "Boys are gross? But Boston's a boy."

K: "Boston's not a boy, he's a baby. My baby. My favorite baby."

Me: "Okay, I'm all ready to go. Does my hair look pretty?"

(So I use my 3 year old to build up my self confidence; sue me!)

K: "Yeah, it doesn't look stupid!"

The hair saga continues

It's been a while since I did a post about Kiara's hair so I thought, for preservation's sake, it would be good to document the struggle that is her hair.
Here she is right out of the bath:

Getting ready to comb it:

That look says it all! She HATES having her hair combed.

After it's combed but not yet styled:

It's really ridiculous how much hair she has! It's really like a whole other head. Trying to get shirts over it when it's a 'fro is a complete joke.

 45 minutes and A LOT of tears later, we have a beauty queen:

BTW, this is her hair after letting my friend talk me in to using a hot comb and flat iron in an attempt to straighten it. Yeah, it's as curly as when we started.