Any given afternoon

Brooke and I just returned from a whirlwind trip to Idaho last weekend to attend the funeral of my sweet aunt Jenny. She really was an amazing woman and the church was filled to the brim with people who loved her and were influenced by her goodness. I could write a lengthy reflection of why she was so special but I'll save that for another day. My mood has been somewhat somber the last week since she passed, but I am grateful to be home with my little people and my handsome husband.

We've been avoiding the television lately (at least cutting back) and I love watching Ty use his imagination. He can usually be found doing this. He has started counting his cars, though he usually starts with 2 - sometimes makes it to 5 - then everything sounds the same. Cute.

Ty is starting to improve his eating habits. He has never liked meat but I put some tiny turkey meatballs in his spaghetti and he didn't seem to mind. He has also developed a new love for orange chicken and can be bribed to eat nearly any vegetable if he knows dessert is on the menu.

Ms. B hit her 9 month mark this last week. She is such a happy little girl and easily amused. If Ty gets in trouble for being too rough with her, she cries while he is in time out because she has lost her playmate. Go figure. Ty has started regulating Brooke's activities, constantly saying "No, Bwoo (Brooke)" and taking away toys and books that he deems inappropriate for her. Sharing is not his forte. And she loves him still.

Loving the ordinary, every day life.