Hairstyles

Brooklyn was blessed with beautiful hair.  The perfect shade of red/brown and perfect curls.  I will take responsibility for the curls even though mine aren't near as pretty as hers.  We still aren't completely sure about where the color came from (twice). :)  Well, since she is beginning to be interested in all things GIRl, we have started experimenting with her hair.  Occasionally I will straighten it with my straightener, use a curling iron, or hot rollers.  She is loving this hair styling but I completely realize that I am creating a monster.

I really noticed it for the first time on July 4th.  My sister-in-law made the comment that she had only seen pictures of Brooklyn with straight hair so I told her we would straighten it for the parade on the 4th.  Once I mentioned that to Brooklyn she was so excited.  So, we woke up in time to work on her hair.  It really doesn't take too much effort, but a little longer than normal.  She was loving it when we were finished and had no trouble posing for a few photos.

Fast forward to lunch after the parade.  My mother-in-law had filled up her little pool for the kids to play in the backyard while we fixed lunch (always a hit).  However, Brooklyn knew if her hair got wet, the curls would be back.  So, she was doing everything she could to not get her hair wet.  Obviously, boys don't understand this huge dilemma (nor would they care), so Cutter and the cousins just ran and jumped in the pool to have fun.  Well, Noah accidentally got her hair wet and her hair was ruined.  She cried and carried on for a few minutes until I promised her we could redo it before we headed back out for the fireworks that afternoon.  I couldn't be too upset with her meltdown, because I knew exactly how she felt.  haha

We've had several other discussions since then about her hair and how it should or shouldn't be fixed.  I had kind of forgotten about the 4th of July trauma until this week when she educated me on the "side ponytail." That particular day, she really wanted a side ponytail with a braid and didn't mind sitting still (for most of it).  When we were finished she really liked how it looked but had one comment, "Its cute, but side ponytails really look better with blonde hair."  And so our hair troubles begin at the age of 4.  While I blame myself, I thought surely I had until junior high to prepare for this.  This is a picture of her side ponytail after an 8 hour day of playing. 

~Morgan

Emma and Jackson

I can't keep track of the funny things the kids are doing without talking about Emma and Jackson.  I can't wait for Brooklyn to be bigger and read about all the things she did with Emma and Jackson.  Emma and Jackson are her imaginary friends.  They have been all sorts of people to our family.  Depending on the story they are in, they can be everything from our friends, cousins, grandparents, brother, sister, you name it.  Emma and Jackson also tend to be in whatever story that most closely relates to a story Brooklyn has already heard.

The other day the kids were at my parents house and my Papa stopped by to visit.  He and Brooklyn started visiting and he was telling her stories about when I was younger.  Wouldn't you know that Emma and/or Jackson had done the same things when they were younger.  I'm not sure that Papa knew who Emma and Jackson were and was so confused as to who on earth Brooklyn was talking about.  Haha

She goes through stages with her friends.  Sometimes they are real people and we have to go as far as to buckle them in the car.  Other times, they are just friends that live anywhere from Snyder to Lubbock.  I'm not sure where they actually came from.  She started talking about them a little over two years ago.  Emma came first and then Jackson followed along a little later.

So, I'm sure you will hear a lot more about these two crazy kids (or old people...depending on the day).  I love hearing the stories Brooklyn tells and trying to guess where her crazy imagination comes from.

~Morgan

Day One...

With two incredibly busy kids running around our house, it is beginning to get BUSY.  I feel like I have a new story to tell everyday.  After the week we had last week, my mom and sister suggested that I start blogging everything that goes on in our little family.  So, here goes nothing.

I will start with the inspiration for this blog. Last Monday I was busy folding clothes in the living room when Clay noticed that Cutter had been too quiet for too long.  We found him in Brooklyn's room looking like this...

Cutter had been in Brooklyn's makeup and spread lip gloss all over his face.  When we first saw him, we thought it was blood.  Clay wiped some off and smelled it to realize it was only lipgloss.  Cutter definitely thought it was more fun to put on than it was to take off.

Tuesday didn't disappoint with action either.  While I was unloading the dishwasher after supper I hear the kids laughing and playing in Cutter's room.  Most parents might assume all was well and be happy their children were playing so nicely together.  I will admit that was my thought until I walked in and saw this...

I'm still not 100% sure how he got up there or what he was even looking for.  I asked Brooklyn how he did that and she matter of factly told me, "He just climbed."  She is a wealth of knowledge.  Being the great mom that I am, I immediately took him down after I snapped a photo to post on my instagram.  

After two days of craziness, I was beginning to question the importance of housework and moved into Wednesday.  I don't even remember what was going on when Cutter yelled for us to "look."

Ignore the pile of tractors missing their tires.  That has become the norm around here.  He was so excited he got his diaper basket down and filled his room with powder.  Thankfully that was a fairly easy cleanup and his room smelled good for the rest of the evening (that's my silver lining). Haha

Well three days in, and Thursday HAS to be better...right??  Brooklyn woke up Thursday morning with a stiff neck.  She complained about it off and on through the day. So, when we got home that afternoon I sat down to rub it for her.  Cutter ran off to play in the other living room.  I didn't follow him (first mistake on my part).  Then he got quiet (have I learned nothing from the rest of the week).  I walked in to find that he had again climbed to the top shelf of the shelves and got the BLUE sidewalk chalk.  He had drawn a beautiful (silver lining remember) picture on our beige carpet.  Thankfully again this cleaned up fairly easy.

So, that was the week that inspired this little blog.  I'm sure with these two cute little people, I will never be looking for things to share.  They may keep us incredibly busy, but I can't imagine life without them.  

~Morgan

I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him. 1 Samuel 1:27