For the past three years, Ryan and I have filed our taxes an entire year late. Well, I'm proud to say the cycle is breaking! I just filed my 2007 taxes TODAY!! Only about 6 weeks late, it's a miracle!
Dad took the boys to get their haircut and they finally got the mohawks they've desired for about a year now! So cute. They LOVE all the attention they're getting!
RJ's Mohawk
Braden's "faux" hawk
I've been tagged! So, here's how the game goes:The rules are:
In honor of Memorial Day, Conner wore his Army uniform to church yesterday. This uniform belonged to his big brother, Braden, and was made by Grandma Shirley for Aunt Theresa's wedding 6 years ago.
Conner is 6 weeks old now, here he is hanging out with dad, he stared at his daddy's face for the longest time.
After last year's silliness, we thought Braden would opt out of T-ball this year. But no, he insisted he wanted to play. And now the same antics continue, digging in the dirt, looking for bugs, laying on the ground, walking instead of running, anything but real baseball. Dad has taken to standing on the field with him in hopes of keeping him at least facing the right direction and protecting him from any baseballs that come too near.
In our family, we have an ongoing joke where we tease each other about whose baby is more advanced. Well, here is proof that I win, my baby is 5 weeks old and is rolling over! Truthfully, it makes me more sad than exultant, I really want him to stay little.
Conner's 1st real bath and not of the sponge variety, took place on the kitchen counter, where he stared at his reflection in the window most of the time. It went pleasantly enough, until the removal from said tub, then things went quickly unpleasant to traumatic in a matter of minutes.
Sienna loves being a big sister. She is constantly kissing Conner, singing to him, and always wants to hold him. She tells everyone, including strangers, about her new little brother, who she likes to call Connie.
