Coming soon: pictures and stories from Easter, cousin Brian’s wedding to Emilee, and the update from the 18 month check up.  Until then a few tidbits:

-          Emma has adopted a small black purse of Mackenzie’s that she carries around on her shoulder at home all the time.  Then the other night both the babies were being very talkative, so we called to chat with Grandma and Grandpa (just FYI, it is now totally UNcool to let Mama hold the phone for you while you talk), so Emma was walking(pacing) around the den wearing her purse, phone up to her ear and hand on her hip – she’s a very important toddler, you know.  It makes me wish I had a camera implanted into my forehead to capture these moments.

-          James had about a 3 week stretch where he totally freaked out when we left him at Mrs. Bekah’s house in the mornings.  Total power down, starting with the face-crumple until he just kind of melted into a crying pile on the floor.  I knew he perked back up within seconds of Mama and Daddy being out of sight, but MAN that is hard.  Plus it was totally out of the blue – no routine change of any kind.  And then *snap* just like that, he stopped doing it.

-          Mackenzie was with us for her spring break, so we did lots of fun stuff for that week.  It was awesome and warm most of the week, so we did some sidewalk chalk art, some backyard softball and some nighttime porch swinging.  Once we taught her a tiny bit of form for throwing, she seems to have a pretty killer arm for 8 years and no practice.  I could totally rock the elementary school softball couch thing, couldn’t I?  We could be in for an adventure soon!

-          Also Mackenzie has now decided she is the premiere authority on which boys are cute.  She doesn’t (yet) agree with my stance on Mark Harmon, but she will see the light someday.

-          The babies like to play with my mind.  They will say words or phrases as clear as day, and then refuse to say them again.  Or at least never when I have the video camera out.  The two best are James shouting “Go, go, go!” when we get into the car (please Jesus, don’t let him be a racecar driver.  And if he is, please let him be one of the ones who makes tons of cash to support his poor old mama).  And yesterday Emma said to the dog, “Hi, Char! Woof, woof, woof!”   (Charlotte is often called Char or Char-char Binks in our house).

That is all!  More stories with pictures soon to come!

Okay, okay, if you promise to go to our website (http://www.marchforbabies.org/team/t1372276) and donate to our March of Dimes, March for Babies team (Pretty please!  Even $5 will help so much!), I will share two pictures of overwhelming cuteness!

This picture reminds me of the “Milk-a-whaaaaa?!” E-trade commercial.

Hairdo a la Aunt Cassie.

Love you all!

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