Erma Gerd, We ARE Related!

I was downloading pics from Ava's birthday trip to Build-a-Bear when I came across proof that there's a genetic link between my daughter and I! Trust me, my experience birthing her is forever seared in my brain, but there's always been that teensy tiny thought in the back of my head that a negligent nurse performed a little switcheroo in the hospital with my baby and someone else's. (Tell me this is normal!??) This little thought gained some traction when I soon realized my little darling's eyes were blue and her hair full of natural curl. These were surprises of the good kind but over the last seven years I have heard more than one joke about the mailman when strangers see Ava and then Jeremy and myself. Maybe it's because she is so flipping gorgeous. :) I am always envious of parents with little mini mes walking around, and Jeremy hit the jackpot in this area because he and Alex are twinkies. Anyways, I came across this pic and I instantly
loved it.
 

LOOK AT OUR CHINS. THEY. ARE. THE. SAME. 

 ERMA GERD, WE ARE RELATED!

Wordless Wednesday.

Scrub-a-Dub-Dub, There's a Cutie in my Tub

I bet many of you are parents. If so, you probably have a lot of experience in regards to assisting your child with bathing. For me, helping the kiddos bathe is a task to check off the to-do list like the myriad of other things that must be accomplished on a school night (because who hasn't skipped a kiddo's shower at some point on a weekend?) along with making dinner, working on homework, the requisite and much sought after "family activity", and the grand finale, the bedtime ritual. Viewing bathtime as a chore really robs bathtime of its unlimited potential. Alex always begs for a bath and I try to talk him into a shower to save time. However, showers just don't yield the playtime potential that baths do. When Alley in particular is taking a bath, imagination runs wild! He's on a pirate ship!, he's in an epic battle with Transformers!, no wait, he's being eaten by a crocodile! Once in awhile I am in the frame of mind to stop picking up dirty clothes, to stop putting things away, and to really LISTEN. I start to take my makeup off and laugh to myself as I see the world through his eyes. It's a special place.....