Waiting for Daddy

Waiting for Daddy to come home might be the most exciting time of the day for the girls. 

Quin is debating where she should hide so Daddy won't be able find her, Ardyn is a flurry of shrieking excitement just watching her big sister bounce around the house. Random hugs are given, wrestling matches ensue, and most usually someone winds up getting hurt (...or annoyed. Hello, Ardyn.) Zoe blinks lazily and watches what has become her new norm and mommy uses this as the perfect opportunity to catch that candid shot of the babe holding her bottle the way that she does. Because, oh sweet Lord, I never want to forget it.

 Curtains are pulled back, windows are sat in (and licked, breathed on, finger & face printed) and dinner grows cold at the table. Because, duh, who can eat when they are this excited? 

 (Good luck finding her, Daddy...)

success.

Snowy Days

Snow Days call for Snowy Behavior...

cabin fever & sled rides

 

 

 

Ardyn Turns One

It's Been a Year...

How in the world is that possible?

Happiest Birthday to my sweet little Ary Bear.

I'm sorry you hated your birthday cake...

;)

And then it was 20-15

Happy 2015, friends. Or as Q said, "It was our best party ever!"

We had dinner at 6 and were in bed by 10...and I'm not talking about the children.
Dinner involved my husband holding a crying Ardyn while trying to eat a steak one-handed, and me convincing Q that her alfredo noodle dish was actually a "new version" of mac-n-cheese while spending 75% of my meal under the table picking up her Sleeping Beauty figurines that we COULD NOT leave the house without.
I'm pretty sure someone at the next table loudly mumbled "Get a Babysitter!" as we left.

So, yeah.
Best Party...EVER!

She must have been referring to the confetti...