a t-shirt head decoration & losing henry

I wish I had taken more pictures on the 4th of July. I was having a crummy day that day for a host of reasons. One of them being, I lost Henry at the park. Like really lost him. He was only missing 5 minutes, but I was almost panicked. I lose him all the time really at grocery stores, church, etc., but I always seem to find him quickly and I don't ever get too nervous. This time was different. I was alone with Milly which made it harder to go look for Henry since she kind of weighs you down. And it had been no more than 30 seconds that I had taken my eyes off of him. I was changing Milly's diaper and he was helping. I put her swimming suit back on, I looked up, and Henry was gone. At first I wasn't too concerned but then I realized he wasn't within earshot and I couldn't see him in any direction and I didn't even know where to start looking. After a few minutes of looking some police officers at the park notice I was yelling his name and they started looking too....soon thereafter I saw a man off in the distance holding Henry's hand and bringing him toward us. I asked Henry where he'd been and he said, "I was running away from you mommy. I was hiding." Dang kid. The guy noticed he was wearing a swimming suit and so walked him towards the pool at the park. It was awful and very gladly short lived. Kids are so much work. Anyway, the 4th ended well. We went to a church bbq (I love a good cheeseburger) and then we went and watched the fireworks on a driving range which gave all the kids plenty to do. I gave them the assignment to gather all the golf balls they could find. Milly Goat loved them.

Henry seems to have abandoned the idea of an afternoon nap, so he normally spends an hour and a half every afternoon locked in the guest room trying to come up with things to do. I opened the door this week to find him like this: (he really can be so darn cute sometimes).

Our drive home from the fireworks. They were both asleep within minutes of being buckled in. We wanted to leave them in the car all night.
I'm still obsessed with this little girl. She has so much little personality.
I've started trying to make head decorations for her. Like flowers and such. She is so often mistaken for a boy and if I put some sort of ornament on her head it, everyone seems to know that she is a girl. I am actually not bothered when she is mistaken for a boy, after all, I will be the first to admit how much she looks like Henry did as a baby, and her features aren't exceptionally feminine, nor is her hair length. However, it is always so awkward to tell people once they've called her a boy, they feel so bad and always apologize profusely. Sometimes I don't correct them, but they inevitably ask her name, or even worse, Henry corrects them. Anyway, here is my first creation. It was super easy and I think it's super cute. I used an old stained t-shirt for the flower and an old pair of white tights for the band. Who knew I was so talented?
Notice how dirty the tops of her feet are? That's a true sign she hasn't learned to walk yet.


mothering mishaps & another attempt at a birthday cake

I have made some serious parenting mistakes these past few days. On Saturday, Taylor was gone roofing a house from 6am to 11pm and I was left alone all day with my children. Anytime I am left with the kids for an extended period of time without a second parent around, my parenting abilities start to really suffer. I get exponentially less patient hour by hour, and my judgement is impaired. It started out in the morning. The kids woke up at 6am, and Milly was cranky. I put her down for a nap at 7:45 and decided I needed to exercise. I turned on Saturday morning cartoons for Henry and jumped on the treadmill. After mile two, I thought it would probably be a good idea to check on Henry. I took of my earphones and immediately heard his yelling and screaming from the other room. I ran in the other room and found him with his thigh stuck in between two rungs of his rocking chair. He had tears streaming down his face, and said to me, "Mommy, I've been yelling for you for a VERY long time." I felt awful. I slathered his leg in lotion and pulled it out. And then jumped back on the treadmill where I checked on him every 1/2 mile. Later that day, we were at the grocery store. We were checking out and Milly started climbing out of the cart (the buckle didn't work), so I went to grab her and Henry sat up on the edge of the cart, I sternly told him to sit down to which he defiantly replied, "NO!" and pushed off the counter which of course moved the cart and he fell back, banged his head on the counter and then fell upside down onto the floor on his head. Every one in Aldi gasped in horror (myself included), and the Aldi lady scooped him off the floor (I was still trying to keep Milly from climbing out of the cart). Henry was sobbing, I was shaking (out of fear, anger, and embarrassment) and I still had to check out and bag my groceries, all while holding a sobbing three year old and a wiggly chubby one year old. It was awful. Luckily Henry was okay, although I half expected to look back and see him unconscious in his carseat the rest of the day. And as soon as the Aldi Lady handed him to me, I did what any good mother would do, I said to him, "What was the last thing I said to you before you fell?...I told you to sit down!" Then I hugged him and checked for dilated pupils, goose eggs, or blood. What an awful day. Thankfully we ended it with friends, hot dogs, and the most delicious tuna melts ever. Thanks Diana! (She's the lovely woman who made the Hawes family dolls).

That's little Henry in the back of this picture. We took a little trip out to Palmyra, NY a few weeks ago and I loved how green it was.

We've also been taking lots of bike rides lately. We have lovely beach cruisers (best wedding presents EVER!) and a bike trailer. Taylor gets a really good leg workout wherever we go seeing as how beach cruisers only have one speed and he is towing 60 pounds of kid and a trailer. This was a little trip to the river. The other side is Canada. It reminds me a lot of my mission. I lived on a River in Estonia that was on the Russian border. And we would throw rocks at Russia and yell over to the drunk Russian fishermen on our morning runs.
This is Henry with a camouflage hunting hat on. It was amazing, and came with an entire outfit. It would make one awesome Halloween costume.
And lastly, Happy 1st birthday Milly Goat!!! I made this cake, which turned out mediocre. I kind of feel embarrassed about it. It isn't bad enough to be funny, but it isn't good enough to be wonderful. Someday, I'll make something fantastic. Just you wait. When Henry saw it we asked him what it was and he said, "a rectangle and two triangles!" After a little help he guessed butterfly.
She loved it.