An LA birthday

Somebody is turning 5 this week. We went home to Alabama to celebrate her birthday. Below is her blinged out cupcake cake. Yummy!!!!

This is Daddy calling the fat bus!!!

The sweet birthday girl modeling a couple of her gifts.

I love that smile.

What a great party, but I'm wiped out. BellBell made Hads a silky blanket like El's and Hads has drug it around like Linus.

My song

I've never had a song written for me, until now. Last night I found this note in Hads backpack,

Me: Hads I found this note in your backpack, what is it?
Hadley: I wanted to write a song for you.
Me: Why thank you baby, nobody has ever written a song for me.
Hadley: Did I make any words?
Me: (I quickly glance over it) No baby I don't see any words, but you are doing such a good job with your letters.
Hadley: (Big crocodile tears and sobbing) but I want to write words...
Me: Baby you are in school and you will learn to write words soon.
Hadley: (stomping foot, still crying) but I want to write words now.

The crying continues for a good 5 minutes. I hope her desire to learn continues on for many years to come.

My day

A glimpse into Ellison Ann's day:

Mommy is starting to move me from the swing and the bouncy seat to naps in my bed.


Wow you are beautiful, I could stare at this for hours. It doesn't matter if it is moving or not and it is only this ceiling fan. I'm not interested in our other ceiling fans.

I am on a quest to find my thumb, as you can see, I still haven't figured it out, but I will. I like to slurp when I'm looking for it.

My days are rough, and I sleep where I can.

mine, Ellison's, mine, Ellison's

I took Hadley last night to get her hair cut and she was in rare form. At one point she grabs one of her curls that has been cut and begins placing it on her upper lip, pretending it was a mustache. The ladies erupted in laughter so she continues, making funny faces and talking in silly voices. They were very amused with her which always eggs her on. She then asks, "Mommy when we leave can I have some candy." "No Hadley, Daddy is home cooking dinner." She then begins to throw a "mock" fit, beating her hands and throwing her feet (she is still getting her hair cut) and growling, "I want candy!!!!" I ask her if she really thinks that is going to work? She then tilts her head to the side, puts her best angel face on and says, "Mommy may I please have some candy?" The ladies again erupt in laughter further encouraging her again, as I say no. She returns to her "mock" fit for some laughs at which point the hairdresser offers her some change in her pocket (probably about 6 or 7 coins). In true Hadley form, she opts to forgo the candy and bank the money. When we get home she goes straight to her room and returns a short time later. I ask her if she put the money in her piggy bank, she replies "Yes, I put it in mine and Ellison's, I did a pattern, mine, Ellison's, mine, Ellison's...etc."

Wow so proud, and hopeful that this continues for many years to come.

Bow sporting

I have more hair than my daddy and I can sport a real hairbow.