Sunday, September 27, 2009

Happy Birthday to Scott!

Since Friday was Scott's birthday, we celebrated with the Hills on Saturday night. Levi requested a "Wego" cake for his daddy, so Mommy obliged ("Wego" is actually "Diego").

Here is Levi singing a rousing version of "Happy Birthday" to his daddy.

This is Levi NOT wanting to help blow out the many, MANY candles.


So Daddy did it before the cake melted and the house caught on fire.




Thursday, September 24, 2009

Fourteen

Haven't done much blogging since our beach trip, but I had one more blogworthy photo to share. Not sure if he looks like ET here or what? Definitely cuter than an extra-terrestrial...

Earlier today while I was buckling Levi in my car, I asked "do you know how much I love you?" "Unh-hunh" he said, and nodded. "How much?" I asked, expecting him to hold his arms up high or wide. He looked right at me over his juice cup and said, matter-of-factly, "fourteen."

I'm hoping that means a lot.


Sunday, September 13, 2009

Our Little Saints Fan

We got home from church today and Levi requested to wear his Saints jersey. Staying awake for the game, however, was another story...


Friday, September 11, 2009

A Beautiful Heart

Yesterday, we got the awesome news from our pediatric cardiologist that Baby Hill has a "beautiful," healthy heart. As the health of any child is never guaranteed, we are amazingly relieved and thankful that our family will be blessed with a healthy baby in a few months.

Any guesses on boy or girl from the picture below? Hmmm. I don't know, either. :)



Even though our Aaron did not have a healthy heart by the world's standards, he had a beautiful heart, too. And he was a beautiful little boy who was loved greatly by his family and friends! We are thankful for each day we had with him here and are thankful we know we will see him again one day. :)




Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Wrinkles...and other interesting commentary

Conversations with Levi are getting a little more intense. Don't get me wrong, it's incredibly fun, but amazingly challenging. I mean, how do you explain to an almost 3 year-old why "pow-pow" (aka pretending to shoot an imaginary gun) isn't cool. Is it possible to explain that policemen are here to help us and "catch bad people" but they sometimes also pull over "good people" (aka speeding daddy) too? How do you convey that not EVERY restaurant serves a waffle or a grilled cheese sandwich?

Part of the problem is that the English language is a tricky thing for little people. Just this morning I walked into the kitchen where Levi and Scott were making waffles. Levi looks at me and announces, "Mommy...your boobs are wet!" I stand there in a stupor for a minute before I realize he means my BRAS (which his daddy had kindly hung in the laundry room when putting the clothes in the drier) were wet. As I was putting him to bed tonight, I leaned over him while we said our prayers. I felt him touch my forehead. When we finished, he asked "mommy, wat's dat?" a very frequent question at our house. I said "what's what?" to which he replied "dose wines..." and pointed at my head again. (Crickets chirping) as I sit wondering what in the world he's asking. Sadly, it hits me. He means the WRINKLES in my forehead.

Can't wait to hear the rest of what's on his little mind. Maybe some of it will be more complimentary in nature. :)