Two Little Monkeys

This little monkey is all smiles because his best friend turned two this week, and he knows what two year-olds are like.  

Not only are they super affectionate (prone to toting you around by your tail, just as you prefer), they also know how to make some mean mischief.

Not to mention the fact that two year-olds appreciate jumping on the bed almost as much as monkeys do.

(Note to Monkey, from Mom: I am on to you! Please observe the cautionary tale 'Five Little Monkeys' sitting next to your bed- it is just as much for you as it is for her.)

Yes, I am pretty sure that Monkey looks so smitten because he is dreaming up adventures for the two of you, Ailish.

He is thanking God for the days that he gets to share with you, and

rest assured, he is not the only one.

We love you, 'baby'.

Happy 2nd Birthday!

Running Out of Babies

It is official; We have 'run out of babies,' as my four year-old pointed out to me last week while discussing his little sister's upcoming birthday.

We could not really stop her from turning one, so we decided we'd just have to join her instead.

Happy Birthday little Ailish - We sure do love ya!

At Least She's Not Twelve

Sarah over at Small World had a beautiful post about the significance of her daughter turning twelve this past week. Since my own daughter had a birthday on the 30th I have been thinking about her words a lot. I have wondered how on earth I could possibly have a nine-year-old already, and I have consoled myself repeatedly with this thought: 'at least it is not twelve..."

I'm not ready for twelve.

I keep asking her to stay eight a little longer. She just gives me a half smile and shakes her head from side to side, happy, I think, knowing that I can't keep her from moving forward.



I don't really want to stop her from moving on either; I like who she is becoming too much. I love the sophistication of her humor; her desire to learn. I enjoy seeing her budding interests and wondering how God will use her many talents. I love that some of my favorite things in life have become hers, even if it means that I have to be quicker-than-quick if I actually want to eat some of the glazed pecans that I bought 'especially for us' before they become 'especially for her'.



Happy Birthday sweet Asher! I love the young lady you are becoming, but please, promise me you won't be twelve anytime soon.