Category: Pictures

My house is full of them.

Case in point:

Triple goonage:

“Who, us?”

Daddy love:

LOVE:

Peek-A-Boo!

I see you!

Daddy and daughter (and a dash of Pete The Cat):

Cute enough to eat.  (Possibly literally.)

Such joy:

It’s good thing I’m ga-ga for goons since it’s definitely in the genes.

Our girl spends a great deal of time these days grunting in frustration.  Last Friday she went down for a nap without teeth and woke up with two.  She has the strength to sit, but we can’t get her to do it consistently because if she sees something that interests her across the room she dive-bombs the floor in an attempt to fly.  When she learns (again) that she can’t fly, she tries to crawl.  When she can’t quite figure out how to get her legs and arms to move in concert with each other she shrieks and squeals and squirms in utter consternation.  The faces she’s making are kind of insane.  Also?  Hilarious.

Tell us about it, Baby Girl:

I almost burst into tears laughing the first time I saw this.  I’m laughing again as I type this.  I mean, wow.

Wonder-tongue!

This is when I knew for sure that she is my daughter.  In case that whole delivery room experience weren’t enough…

Something tells me that we’re really in for it when she starts to talk…

Oh, dear.

I look at this picture and somehow get a glimpse into an older version of Paige.

Growing teeth, doing laps on the living room floor, and learning to fly all at the same time can be exhausting.

WHY ISN’T THIS BLOCK IN MY MOUTH RIGHT NOW???

A little help…

Aaaaahhhhhh:

Lollipop envy:

Back at it:

Notice that she’s got her legs tucked up under her here.  This terrifies me.

I’ll say this for the kid:  she’s tenacious.

“It’s so hard, Mama!”

Throwing in the towel…

…for at least the next 30 seconds.

 What can I say?  The kid knows how to accesorize.

Workin’ it:

Fingers crossed…

She’s under there somewhere…

Admiring his handiwork:

Sitting pretty:

Folded under the weight:

And she’s off:

Hat’s off!

I don’t generally like for my children to serve as billboards, but there are always a few exceptions to every rule…

The ‘key’ to a good start.

‘Unlock’ your child’s full potential.

No slogan necessary:

“Okay Mama, I have my limits, even for nonprofits…”

The End (or BEGIN…whichever).

Gran bought these shoes for Paige before we knew she was a Paige instead of a Paul.  We took them to the hospital with us to dress her for her ride home (because even babies who haven’t yet reached their due dates need shoes…right…?).  She may have tipped the scales at birth, but our baby girl has tiny feet and so these 0-3 month shoes just now fit.  She wore them on a recent foray in the jumper.

(Okay, so you can’t see the shoes in this picture, but I couldn’t leave this one out…)

A little Irish girl doing a little Irish jig:

Oh, the bows…

Wheeeee!

One down…

It was another gorgeous Atlanta day today and as luck would have it, we’d planned a playdate with Walker and Jessica so we schlepped over to Morningside with what felt like all of Paige’s worldly possessions so she could nap while Liam and Walker played the afternoon away.  It was an absolutely wonderful afternoon and Liam spent the entire ride home (with a brief break to talk about trains as we passed the tracks) talking about how he wants to go back to Walker’s house.  Right.  Now.

For once I managed to get some fabulous pictures of my sweet boy (and his cousins) while Paige was sleeping.  So here they are:

Fred Flintstone reincarnate:

Heeeeerrrre cooooommmmmes Walker!

Liam takes a turn on the big wheel:

Two ships passing in the night:

Walker’s excited:

Liam’s not so sure:

On his first time down the hill…

Liam had a blast!

But as he picked up speed he temporarily lost his ability to hear which resulted in him not hearing me as I yelled at him to put his feet down to slow down or stop.  He crashed at the bottom of the hill and it definitely shook him up.  I convinced him to get back on and try again, this time making sure he heard me tell him to put his feet down.  Here he is at the top of the hill for another go at it:

As he was making his way down the hill, Walker went up for another go at it.  Here’s how the scene played out:

Here comes Walker.  Liam’s still making his way down.

Still going…

“Hey Walker, where’d you come from?”

And there goes Walker…

Liam’s almost made it to the bottom of the hill:

And there goes Walker, again.

Finally all the way down!

After surveying the speed at which overly cautious cycling landed him at the bottom of the hill, he opted for running:

Walker does a little climbing:

Sweet boys:

I’ve been waiting for three years for pictures like these:

Back in the saddle(s) again:

Go Walker, Go!

Liam tries a little climbing of his own:

I love these pictures:

Such unmitigated joy:

Partners in crime:

Welcome home, Ollie!

There are no words.

Just another example of how different these boys are:

Liam was taking his time carefully walking along the edge.  Walker didn’t want to wait for him anymore…

At least he was very gentle about it:

Even knowing the context, I love this picture:

Aaaaannnnd, he’s off:

And Liam’s still working his way along the ledge…

It was a fantastic afternoon and hopefully we’ll be able to do it again very soon!

Yesterday was a hard day at the Connolly Ranch.

Poor Paige either ate something that didn’t agree with her (we tried a different formula but the jury’s still out on whether the problem was the specific formula or the fact that it was milk-based that caused the problem) or she had a very strange (and unlikely) reaction to the immunizations she got on Monday.  She could also have had a virus, but no one around us has had this issue and since we hardly ever get to leave the house it’s a lot less likely than the other options.

She started vomiting profusely at just before 9am and it didn’t stop until 10:30.  It was so bad that I called Matt after he had finished dropping Liam off and got him to come home because I knew that I couldn’t handle Paige and Liam with Paige in the condition in which she found herself.  Matt knew that I wouldn’t have called unless I needed help.  When he came home and found me in the state he found me he KNEW that calling him was my only option.

Because he’s lived with me for as long as he has, he decided that before he bathed Paige and before I peeled off my own clothes and bathed myself he first needed to take a picture of the damage.  Because?  Of course he did.  He learned from the best.

I spent the entire day (not an exaggeration) with her sleeping on my chest, waking her every 15 minutes to give her increasingly larger quantities of pedialyte and going back and forth with the nurse at the doctor’s office.  By the end of the day she had worked back up to formula (Nutramigen this time…) and thankfully by the time she went to bed she was back to being her sweet self.  The next big hurdle is that the nurse wants us to try the milk-based formula again in several days to find out for sure if that was the problem.  Lemme tell you just how much I’m looking forward to that…

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again:  Parenting ain’t for sissies.

As anyone who lives in Atlanta knows, the past weekend was absolutely glorious and we Connollys took full advantage of the weather.  We all spent the majority of our waking hours outside and I even got the chance to sit out on the deck, stretched out in a chair with a big beverage in hand, and read for an hour and a half (which is absolutely unheard of these days).  It’s been heavenly.  There has been sand play, soccer, basketball, tricycling, hide and seek, flower picking and even a little silly string thrown in for good measure.  Of course this means I took 500 pictures over the course of the weekend (naturally).  Pour a cup of coffee and settle in cause this is gonna take a while…

We start with some pictures of my darling daughter:

Sunkissed Liam:

Those eyes…

I know this isn’t exactly a photographic masterpiece, but I love that his eye is in focus above the shower of light that sprays across the rest of his face.  It almost feels like he’s glowing:

Who?  Me?

Matt asked him to smile…

…and in doing so made the mistake of showing him how he should hold his mouth:

It’s now his favorite pose.

Mama and her babies:

Mama and her baby:

We came inside to eat and go to bed and Liam took a little time out to make a fantastic tower:

On Saturday Liam and Matt ventured across the street where our neighbor was having an “estate sale.”  I say “estate sale” instead of estate sale because the woman who lives there was under the mistaken assumption that an “estate sale” just means it’s held inside a house.  I think I’m going to stop calling our house The Ranch and start referring to it as The Estate.  Apparently it’s the thing to do these days.  Anyway, back to the point:  Liam and Matt went across the street to the yard sale that was taking place in our neighbor’s living room and the woman who was helping them gave Liam a can of silly string.  Liam and Matt broke it out on Sunday.  Here are some pictures of the big event.

Liam is very excited about what’s coming:

Silly string dance:

Helicopter sighting break (scrunch face necessary):

Action shot:

Surveying the damage:

Perfect shot:

“Hey, Liam.  Why don’t you run through the silly string?”

“Ummmm, Dad?  Like this?”

“Here, son.  Lemme show you how it’s done.”

Action shots:

Liam gets a turn:

I have absolutely no idea what’s going on here, but I HAD to include it.  Obviously.

Our little ladybug in her Amish sunhat.  There aren’t words to adequately describe or pictures that can adequately capture the adorableness here:

This needs to be framed:

Big boy:

Bigger helmet:

Big mouth:

Bigger “smile:”

Daddy’s little girl:

Relaxation time:

Funny faces:

Raspberries:

He still loves a swing:

And the quest for a good picture of me and both my babies continues…

Paige has a new favorite chew toy:

She REALLY loves it…

A lot.

She does not appreciate not having it in her grasp.

“Oh, Mama!  You’ve got to help me out here!”

“Oh please, sir!  Please!  My gums will thank you forever!”

Daddy can be such a tease…

The melodrama begins…

Ahhhhhhh…

Apparently this is the face I make when Paige takes a huge handful of my hair.  That girl’s got a grip on her!

Flower pickin’

Liam takes a sniff:

Matt takes a sniff:

Paige takes a semi-sniff:

Hide and seek (counting):

Hide and seek (looking for Matt under the van):

Hide and seek (hiding):

Gran, Paige, and Paige’s outfit (it’s cute enough to be its own entity, I think):

Boy feet:

Baby feet, Gran hands:

Baby foot, Gran hands:

Apparently Liam will willingly look at the camera while wearing a bike helmet.  I’ll take what I can get these days.

Here’s what apparently happens when I bring a box home from Costco and mistake it as merely an implement for carrying things into the house.  Liam gives a step-by-step on a more imaginative use.

Box step 1:

Box step 2:

Box step 3:

Box step 4:

Box step 5:

Box step 6:

Box step 7:

Box step completion:

Ta Da!

Last Monday we had a visit from Sylvie and PJ.  It was wonderful to see them again, it had been way too long!  Without further ado…here are some pictures:

“Oooh, Mama!  Look!  Sylvie has that same stuff coming from her head that you do.  I know you like it when I grab yours so (notice the tongue-of-sheer-concentration) I think I’ll just see if she likes it too…”

“Whatchoo doin’, Paige?”

These babies were born almost exactly a month apart.  Guess who’s older…

Mirror image…sort of…

Sylvie shows Paige that she may be tiny but she’s definitely mighty:

Paige shows Sylvie that two can play this game:

We’re getting closer to realizing the dream of two smiling girls in one frame…

Continuing to check each other out:

Sylvie finds Paige’s tickle-spot:

“Who, me?”

“You’re just gonna let her get away with that?”

Payback…

Thank you for bein’ a friend…

“Uh, hey Paige.  Hey.  Hey Paige.”

All I can see when I look at this one is a seated slow-motion baby race…

Even closer to the two smiling girls goal (although PJ’s smile is by far the biggest):

“How’s the air up there?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get here one day”

Sylvie’s unconvinced…

Sweet girls:

Baby feet:

There is just so much adorableness in our world right now.