The Lima Bean Diaries

Happy Birthday, Anna!

Happy Birthday Mick, you're 3!

Mickey is 3 now. Nothing else is new. Let me note a few things the kids always do, not really for your enjoyment but more for my lack of filling out baby books.
Every morning at 6:30 am Mickey strolls into my room (loudly because she walks like an elephant and whispers like she's in a helicopter) stands next to my bed and "whispers" MOM, CAN YOU PUT THIS ON ME and everyday it's something different and random that she feels like she wants to wear that day, sometimes pjs sometimes clothes sometimes a bathing suit. My problem is that besides not being a morning person she knows how to dress herself so in reality she could be dressing and I could be snoozing. The late nights at work are a killer the next morning.
Sonny likes to change his outfits to fit his mood, if it's baseball on his mind he has to get completely suited up head to toe including batting gloves, helmet, cleats, baseball pants and a "pepere shirt" known to all outside of our town as a baseball shirt or ringer T. All outfits are complete with shoes that match and sometimes a hat. He also picks on his sister constantly but when I tell her the cops are going to take her if she doesn't buckle up he panics. He is officially signed up for kindergarten. What will I do without my boy all day? Boo Hoo!
Lilly is a riot she will smile at anything held in her direction that may have the capability of taking a picture. She has all sorts of random teeth and she will tell you who you are sitting next to as if you didn't already know she points and says DaDa, see? I tell her yes I see then she keeps telling me see? see? Since watching her siblings in the yard practicing T-ball and baseball she will put the ball on the T and pick up the bat, barely able to support the weight of it she'll keep swinging it until it hits the T or the ball until it rolls off. The she starts all over.