Bubbles

Her Daddy

Aunties

Aunties giving Verity a ride around the house. As she colors. No wonder she wants to live at Grandma's.

Hugs

My Lil' Three Year Old

Outside with Daddy

18 Months

My baby. You are somehow at the same time no longer my baby who will always be my baby. You are a little girl in every way, so grown up, from your smile to the swagger with which you copy your big sister in everything.

Everyday you delight me and bring tears of happiness to my eyes.

Everyday you hear me exclaim out loud, "Thank you, Jesus, for my Gethsemane!!"

Everyday you do something to make your Daddy roar with laughter and say to me, "Babe, did you HEAR what she just said???"

You are quite sassy, but with a sweetness that juuuuusst lets you get away with it. And boy do you know it. You have this last week started saying, "Mommy" instead of "Momma," and are fully aware of the even greater heart melting power you now hold over me. You have also just started saying this last week, "I love you, MommEEYYY," unprompted, just to make me swoon.

I love how you give hugs like an airplane going in for a landing. You propel your body full speed ahead to the intended target with your arms outstretched as far behind your body as you can get them in order for proper smack impact.

You love your "babies" so desperately. You carry them around everywhere and put diapers on their heads with such pride. You squeeze them in a squat position squealing over and over, "I love you, I love you, I LOVE you!!!"

At night when we go through the litany of "Who loves Gethsemane?" Along with family and birth family members, and of course her beloved Jesus, she has now started all on her own naming her babies. "Who Who" (giraffe) loves her. "Quackers" loves her. Etc. I tell her YES, Gethsemane! They do love you dearly.

So do I. With all my heart, I love you, my baby.

Love.

Mommy and her Girls

Sunday Best

My Loves

The Pout

Randi, you were asking me if Roons still does the pouty lip...I caught it on camera for you! :)

Sissies

"Zips"

Roon calls vests, "ZIPSSSS" and wants to wear hers whenever it is not in the wash.

This is how absolutely munchable she looks on a daily basis. Sparkle boots, check. Tutu, check. Shirt and sweater on top, check. Zipssss, check. Bow on top, check.

Valentine's Day

Valentine Presents

My lucky girls got Valentine packages from Birthmom Randi and Birth Grandma Staci...

Wings!!! Their new favorite accessory...

Tutu!!!

Tutu!!! Rooney started ecstatically shrieking "Tututututututututu!!!!!"

Waving them around in sheer delight.

And Hairbows!!!!

Thank you Randi and Staci! You once again made their DAY! They wore the outfits everywhere yesterday, and everyone asked me where they got them. When I told them from G's birthfamily, eveyone was blown away by your thoughtfulness!

Valentine Crafts

Long distance "hugs" for our special birth moms.

17 Months Old

Duck's Diaper

This girl is gonna be one star momma someday.

Epiphany

To celebrate the three kings visiting the Baby Jesus, we go over to Grandma's house. We make crowns out of paper and make capes out of blankets. Here we are getting ready...

Then the lights are turned out and the older kids carry candles. We all walk from room to room singing, "We Three Kings," looking for the baby Jesus (hidden by Grandma somewhere).

Uh Oh! Look who we found in a closet on our way! It is King Herod, or "King Carrot," as Verity called him.

After we found Baby Jesus, it was present time!

Red Velvet Kings' Cake with cream cheese frosting. I put in a raisin, a cross, a coin, and a bean. Whoever gets the bean in their piece gets to be king for the day. The raisin means you will be an old maid, the coin means you will be rich, and the cross means you will be a religious.