[Note: Nobody panic. The blog is not broken. As part of a personal journey/experiment, comments have been disabled. Come hang out if you feel like it, take what you will from the posts, and don't feel obligated to say a single word. I'll certainly post more on this journey later, but let's just say I've come to several realizations about myself...one of those being that I have developed an addiction to communication. Kind of funny coming from someone who majored in Communications, dontcha think? Wait. Don't answer that.]

It's rodeo time in Austin. Yall.

We've had those alphabet cards since I think my 7-yr-old was a baby. Neither of the boys ever really did much with them but perhaps use them as weapons. But she LOVES them...she could do this all day by herself.

Something else both of these two could do all day is paint. Back when the weather first hit a warm spell (which I think was just a few days after it SNOWED), we dragged out her play table into the yard to let them paint. Gosh it was precious...

the artist. the romantic. the friendly dude. the sentimental one. when will my sweet little guy realize that he's got it all?

I woke up to sweet giggles this morning and sneaked upstairs to find this scene. It was all I could do to hold it together. Reading to her. Just because. They've always had their special time in the mornings...I can't believe this was almost exactly 2 years ago. They are so lucky to have each other.