Anyway, we've been back from our beach trip for over a week now, and I have 52 million pictures to share from that trip - most of them being my kids in the water (thrilling, I know), but before I can get to those, I have these few others to share.
Ben with the remote portion of his broken remote control car. I think he's saying "cheeeeese" in this picture, but I'm not sure. Whatever he's doing, I just cannot get over how BIG he seems to me lately. "I'm not a baby!" he constantly reminds me, and I'm thinking he may be right. However, the diaper wearing and passion for his bink beg to differ. He'll be 3 next month, and that blows me away.
And then, there's the princess. When, dear God, will she ever tire of the princess thing? I'm sure one day I will look back on this phase of her life with fond memories, but it is currently getting a bit old.
She's even started checking the back of the camera after I take a picture to see if that shot was a "good one" or not. I've also been informed that she no longer wants to be called "cute." Rather, she would prefer "pretty" because "pretty is better than cute."
I don't think Ben is trying to bite her face here; though, knowing him, it's totally possible. I think I just caught the wrong moment of a kiss on the cheek.
And then there's this:
Shawn's birthday was on the 5th. Thankfully, Claire allowed him to have non-pink icing on his cake this year. Though she still insisted on pink (strawberry) cake. I was going for a Wedgwood Blue china look on the cake decoration. Actually it's just a bunch of squiggly lines on blue icing, but whatever.