That hair...

Grey's hair has been the source of "conversation" on many occasions.  This time he's just getting it cut.  His first haircut was well before he was a year old and I do like to let it grow out... a lot... before I ask Nana to step in.  So before we get any more "old folks" calling him a girl even when he wears t-shirts with trucks and looks like he's been rolling in the mud most of the time, we needed to tackle the the red curls...once again.

Sexy Duster.

Yes, I need to write this down before I forget it...  And do this more often...

Anna, Grey, and I were in the living room messing around when a Swiffer commercial came on.  You know the ones...  the ones with that "Who's That Lady" song where the broom or mop gets tossed out and replaced by the Swiffer.  Then the broom or mop finds a "new friend"?  The commercial was over and Anna turns to me and asks, "Mom, don't you have one of those sexy dusters?"

Hmmm....

Sledding!

Ok, so I totally stole these off my sister's blog, but I used her camera so I don't have pictures yet.  :)  We went to their house to use their "hills" over at the playa lake and golf course for some sledding.  It was ridiculously cold, and my skinny butt was freezing in .04 seconds of hitting the icy air.  So I'm a wuss.  But it was fun to watch!  :)







p.s. it's much easier to just steal pictures than upload them yourself.  I think I need a personal assistant.

At mom's request...

I am posting some new pics on the blog.  Yeah, it's been a month... and yet again, I'm a slacker.  I am still taking lots of pictures of the kids and sometimes don't always switch my settings from RAW back to jpeg.  Therefore, there is a long process that I have to go thru before I can even start to think about a blog post.  So there's my excuse.  But here are some fun shots of G-Money on the trampoline...with some serious static action.  YESSS!

Spotlight Stealer.

The boy needs a bed.

Potty training.

Something we are NOT doing anytime soon...  But Grey has found this little round basket next to the potty in their bathroom that he likes to sit on.  Anna likes giving him pointers.  We were thinking seriously about potty training when Anna was Grey's age.  But it will be a LONG time before Grey will be able to grasp it...  Notice the little potty where Anna is resting her foot?  Grey likes the basket better.  At least there is another pro to help me out when the time comes.  Sorry for the bad quality images. Bleh.

Anna's world

10-13-05... Me sporting my swollen face and sleepy eyes.

Anna: 2 weeks old

I didn't know HOW many times I'd see this look since this picture was taken.  Probably thousands. Anna: 3 months

The acrobat.  Anna: 1 year

Fast Forward a bit. Anna: 3 years

She wasn't too cool with me laughing at her for pouring baby powder all over her face.  Anna: 3 years.

Our Anna at 4 years old.

Ashley Eclectic

Ok, I have started another blog...  Yes, seriously.  So that makes FOUR blogs for me.  Well, three, really... because one of them, my first photo blog, must sit idle in case there are any who have been directed there for info about my photography. "Why another blog?", you ask?  Because I'm obviously an idiot.  But here's the real reason.  Some creative friends of mine have started a Daily Art Pact, aka: DAP.  It's a daily challenge to creatively stretch our brains and post snippets of art based on and related to a weekly theme.  I'm not sure how well I'll keep up with this, although it sounds like such fun!  And sometimes my creativeness gets in a serious rut...ok, not just sometimes.  I will also post random other things that are not "kid" or "photography business" related on this blog.  :)  So here ya go... there's only one entry so far:

http://ashleyeclectic.blogspot.com/   

Edible Gold.

You would have thought this box contained gold or something else very valuable when you see Grey's reaction to it.  I bought some last night and put them next to the pantry on the counter.  Bad idea.  Well, I thought that he wouldn't see them since I scooted them back as far as they would go knowing that he'd try every way he knew how to get to them if he spotted them.  This morning, he turned around while standing next to the pantry and almost ran into the cabinets while reaching for them while yelling, "TEDDYS!!  ...  GET, IT!!!.....peeeze!" (as he rubbed his tummy, signing "please").  Hilarious.  He just got louder and louder as the SECONDS ticked while I opened them.   Sounded like a life or death situation...