Showing posts with label Levi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Levi. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
A day at the pool....
Monday, March 24, 2014
Freeze Dance, Noah, and Murder in the dark...
Here we are with our silly song. It is a freeze dance, found on the internet. It wasn't my favorite one, which goes: "Hop and hop and hop and hop and hop and hop and Stop!" But it was a pretty good one.
Obviously freezing here:
Cory helped Levi with his lesson. They used some vintage flannel board characters that depicted Noah's Ark. (our church library was cleaning out all kinds of stuff, and I brought these home!)
Levi had fun putting up all of the animals.
When the floods came, we sang "The Wise Man built his house upon the Rock", because of the raining lyrics. Fun times.
And THEN we played murder in the dark....
By the light of Nathan's color-changing alarm clock. Spooky fun. We played the "hand squeeze" way, because the winking way freaks Brinley out. I was the first murderer, and went on a real spree right away. After that, it was decreed that you have to wait for one person to die before killing another.
Then we had these semi-okay sorta yummy treats that we probably won't make again.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Monday, February 3, 2014
Levi is three!
Little Boys of Three
Look tenderly on little boys of three,
Their softness is as fleeting as a flower.
The cheeks like petals such a little hour,
The deepest dimple theirs so transiently;
Even tomorrow softness may be hard.
The little cotton cushions on the knees
turned into bony knobs for climbing trees.
The fists so like a rose grow lean and scarred.
His full moon cheeks will narrow to a line,
the silken hair becomes a brush of bristle,
As Mother's little flower turns to thistle,
And there will linger not one little sign
To prove the cuddly cupid that was he.
Look tenderly on little boys of three.
Does a face get any more cherubic than this? Not possible. Oh how I love my little angel...
Look tenderly on little boys of three,
Their softness is as fleeting as a flower.
The cheeks like petals such a little hour,
The deepest dimple theirs so transiently;
Even tomorrow softness may be hard.
The little cotton cushions on the knees
turned into bony knobs for climbing trees.
The fists so like a rose grow lean and scarred.
His full moon cheeks will narrow to a line,
the silken hair becomes a brush of bristle,
As Mother's little flower turns to thistle,
And there will linger not one little sign
To prove the cuddly cupid that was he.
Look tenderly on little boys of three.
Does a face get any more cherubic than this? Not possible. Oh how I love my little angel...
And the Circle Cake he requested (easier than a dinosaur or train.. thank you, baby!)
What a cute cowboy.
In many ways, this little guy has been my saving grace as I have had some rough days. I treasure him.
Friday, December 6, 2013
Saturday, December 1, 2012
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