weaving. . .

Weaving a little fun into lunch. . .


A little fun goes a very long way when it comes to getting people of a certain height to actually eat something.
My kids aren't picky, just very unmotivated eaters. Adding a little "fancy" to their meals makes them disappear much faster and
helps me stay sane. No begging, pleading or threats of "no dessert" necessary.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The Sun, the Stars and the Moon

The Sun:
My oldest. The brightest light my world has ever seen. She is pure sunshine. Pure joy. Purely sweet. She has an innocence to her, a gentle soul. My big girl. My school girl. Tall with a waterfall of blond hair and deep hazel eyes. I am dreading losing so much time with her this fall.

The Stars:
My passionate middle child with whom there is no middle ground. This little lady doesn't do anything half way. You are her greatest friend or her worst enemy. She is strong, determined and brave. She gives the tightest hugs I have ever had. They make your heart pound and your eyes close. Wonderful. She has the most amazing will power I've ever seen. She keeps me on my toes.

The Moon:
My boy. Mr. Baby. He brings happiness and a sense of completeness to our crazy chaos. He is the one in the center of it all, soaking up the love and kisses. He is smiles and laughter. Sweet snuggles. Squeals of glee. I can not wait to hear what he has to say, but I do not want him to get any bigger, ever.

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