Saturday Maggie was feeding Junebug some of her cheerios. She was blowing on them (to cool them off, obviously) before she'd let Junebug eat them. It was a little too precious.
Hannah kept starting stories with, "when I was little." That always makes me laugh. Although, one time she started a story off with, "when I was little, and Mommy hit me, and ...." To which I said, "whoa, wait, what?" Nooooooo. (We are a strict no-hitting family, including spanking.)
Saturday was my half birthday (yes, we celebrate half birthdays around here. Twelve months is way too long to go without a celebration of some sort. Also, Cork's birthday is Christmas day, so that man needs a second birthday celebration). My wonderful husband let me get a pedicure while he took the girls by himself. Isn't he cute?
I bought Maggie some sparkly Toms (matching Hannah's). They are even cuter than I expected. So tiny. I would have taken a picture of her in them, but Maggie was a maniac at the mall. She wanted to do everything herself. And every time I tried to pick her up, she'd start screaming "MAMA! Mama! MAMA!" in a ways that made me look like a potential kidnapper that she was imploring her actual mother to rescue her from.
Overall, it was a pretty cute weekend. in spite of the occasional implication that I'm an abusive kidnapper.