It won't stop raining. I actually like rain. I love it. It is one of the many reasons why I love living in the beautful Pacific Northwest. Rain never bothers me, even this constant rain. That is, it never bothered me until I became a mom to a 5 year old. ...A 5 year old who loves gardening, and going for walks, and catching bugs, & having stick races in our creek, and just even going to get the mail. And who can blame the poor kid? So rain?... I love you, but please take a hike - a little boys sanity is at stake here.


I can't believe how fast this all goes. My baby is almost a MONTH old! But on the up side he is getting some pretty yummy, adorable chub under his chin. I also have this going on ... but it's not quite so "adorable" on me... Thank goodness for photoshop. Here are some photos taken by my SIL when Henry was 10 days old. I love that little tongue. it's always out. I am proud to say that my son inherited my ridiculously long tongue. Perhaps he will be able to touch his nose with his tongue like his mother. Because everybody needs a useless talent. p.s. Happy April Fools Day. I have never pulled an April Fools Day prank. I know, right? The truth is I'm just not the pranking type. I am a wimp, a peacemaker. a don't-rock-the-boat type gal. Non-confrontational, if you will. I'm the one that spoils the pranks almost immediately. I can't stand even the slightest human suffering. I feel the intense need to let that individual know that it's a joke. Even though I know a person will only be temporarily in-the-dark, I still get anxious for them. I can't help it, that's just me. I'm a prank ruiner. I will ruin your pranks.

"Please, no more pictures..."
He smiles nonstop. Usually when he is falling asleep or has gas. But it makes me squeal everytime. I love it.

See what I mean about that tongue? Snake-like. I couldn't be more proud.