Playdates and playtime with Peyton.

Peyton and friend Harper - don't they have the coolest names ever?

Playdates.
Playtime.
Fun times.
What a great life for a two year old.

Slidin'

Rock star Harper rockin' my Strawberry Fields 4 Ever Headband

Look mom! There's a piece of candy on the ground! Can I eat it?
Umm.... no.

Fun times at Stepping Stones Children's Museum

Down...

....down...

...and up again!
{Note to self - do not take pictures of your kid BEFORE you wipe her chocolate smeared face and change her tights with the hole on it.}

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Goodbye Binky

Good Bye Binky.

You have been really good to me.

But I am a big girl now so I am saying good bye.

I will miss the times when I had to pick you off the ground.

Or take you out of the dog's mouth.

Or the squeals of surprise that you get out off me when I find you in the most unexpected places.

And the joy that I feel when I put you back in my mouth.

Thank you for the memories.

I will cherish them always.

Love, Peyton

I used to be a morning person

Until Peyton (aka as Missy Moo) started her morning breakfast moods. This is what happens when she gets bored with her breakfast. Uh - huh. It took all of five seconds for her to make this mess. As I was turned around making hot cocoa for Skylar and Deacon. Care for any cereal art, anyone?

This is Missy Moo on time out.

"Wha - dat?" she points on the floor. Like she doesn't know.

Chris comes down all showered and dressed while I'm still in my PJ's which now have hot cocoa stains on it. "What's going on here?" he asks. I point to the breakfast table and then to Peyton who is still on time out. "Ho-ly cow!" he says like he's never seen his kids make a mess before. Then all of a sudden, his hair needs some more fixing and off he runs upstairs. Men. Grrr. Off to clean the mess before the dog does.

Mornings, I would like to reclaim you but for now, I need coffee.

Lots of it. I'm on to you, Missy Moo.

And off she goes!

Peyton Isabelle, 22 months old started preschool yesterday.

My little baby. My youngest.

Where I stood outside the very same room just two years ago - with her inside my belly.

Her older brother was in the room then.

She walked in, hung up her coat and backpack and never turned back.

I was by the door waiting for the tears on her face that never came.

{ sniff, sniff. }