Family Pictures June 2008

Sunday Morning

Blue Eyes

I can't believe there is a hat too big for her head. Oh wait--this hat is designed for a 4-year-old . . . They get the big heads from me. Sorry kids. You're still adorable!

Playdough with Grandma. This was a dragon. No help.

Love, love, LOVE the BUMBO. For big, heavy heads (like my kids'), this is an ingenious invention. Goodbye, flathead. Wish they'd had these when Ian was a baby . . . did they?





CHEERIO!

The arms, legs, and cheeks just keep getting fatter! No, that's not a bracelet on her wrist.

Jessica and Owen with Isabella

Cousins

Owen and Isabella
June 2008

Visiting Logan

Grandma Ferrin and Ian

Visiting Logan

Blanche and Ruth Ann tended Ian while Adam was in school
and I was working for Providence City 2 years ago.
June 2008

Visiting Grandad

Great Grandad William Jensen

Grandma Carolyn Ferrin

Mike Ferrin

Rebecca (Ferrin) Billings

Ian Billings

Isabella Billings

June 2008

Isabella and Grandad

Ian and Grandad

As a Mother, Pt. I

As a mother of a little boy, I've learned:

Nothing beats roasting marshmallows in the living room with Daddy.

Makeup is not just for girls. It's for little boy cousins who are not supposed to be in the bathroom except to attempt to go potty but who go in anyway, climb on the counter, and smear mascara all over each other's chubby cheeks.

Being naked is a prerogative sometimes.

Little boys are always hungry. Bananas and a fridge lock come in handy every single day.

Planes, trains, and cars find homes in the unlikeliest places.

Things that don't cost a thing are always the most fun .

An apple is good for just one bite, then a new one must be sampled.

Haircuts are necessary evils, accomplished only when adequate entertainment is provided.

There is NOTHING in this world cooler than "Why Queen".

Sisters are pretty hard to hold, but pretty fun to kiss.

Boys love their mommies; mommies love their boys.

More Cuties

Miss Isabella: signature face

Daddy--where else?--on a boat

Ian being entirely himself

Damon and Ian chillin' in the double stroller

Audrey and Isabella chillin' on the air mattress

Isabella in red

Uncle Mike with Isabella

Mommy and Ian on the slide

We always wanted a fat baby

Ian was never fat. These pictures demonstrate the differences between their "chub."

Although Isabella's not the fattest baby I've ever seen (although one of the above pictures makes me wonder), she is quite a bit tubbier than Ian.

Squishy cheeks, double chin, triple rolls on the legs . . . I love it. (I love all the vocabulary associated with the word "fat," too.)

They do both have a serious lack of hair, however.