What's Not to Love?

From day one, this little girl of mine has never ceased to be irresistible. She's cuddly, she's funny, she is smart as heck, and oh so adorable. If she fit in my pocket, I swear I would never let her out.

Cousin Lovin'

Over spring break, the girls and I got to spend a fabulous seven days in Cedar with my sister Cyndie and her awesome kids. Littles Lincoln and Lexa used the time to work on developing their love-hate relationship, spending the week vacillating between besties and beasties as only two-year-old cousins can do.

Sneaking my phone into a corner of Fan's 

room to watch Sesame Street videos.

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Making fast work of cake pops at the local cupcake shop

Composing a Cousin's Cantata

Bonding over new Circo cups and 

delicious Frosted Mimi-Wheats

Note: These are only the "besties" shots; all of the "beasties" moments went uncaptured.

Dressed to Impress

Ah, Easter Sunday: a time of reverence and appreciation, a time of reflection and peace.

And let's not forget that it's also a time of impromptu photo shoots in new Easter outfits with little to no cooperation on the part of the children. The girls posed for some quick after-church pictures in their usual holiday style: eating candy, squinting, looking away, and asking when we going to be done.

I suppose that next year some good-behavior bribes will be in order. 

Feeling Blah

I feel like there is something in the air that's making me feel...unmotivated. I have so much to catch up on here, and I am even on a break from school, which, theoretically, should make for ideal blogging conditions. The number of blog posts bumping around in my brain notwithstanding, I am finding that there is really only one thing that I feel like doing these days: nothing. 

Maybe it's a post-vacation depression, maybe it's the impending doom of the inherently scorching (and painstakingly lengthy) summer months, or maybe I am still sick of living at the computer screen for the entire eight weeks of my first (and overwhelmingly intense) 400-level English class at GCU. Whatever the case, aside from the occasional emptying of the dishwasher and the obligatory school pick-up and drop-off, there isn't too much I'm doing around these parts. It's a full-on funk.

I'm sure I'll shake it; I always do. And when I do, be prepared for the most amaza-zing blog posts to ever debut on this URL. 

Until then, I think I'll go find my book and put my new sweat pants back on.

Helpers

Turns out, some Windex and two rags will keep these girls occupied for quite some time. They gave it their best and sprayed and scrubbed and sprayed and scrubbed the sliding glass door for about an hour a few weeks ago. In the meantime, I got the kitchen sparkling clean with no interruptions. All it cost me was a full bottle of Windex.

And I'd buy an hour of productivity with that any day.