the mohog

you got a mohawk on april 15 and have insisted on the same haircut ever since.  love that you call it a mohog.

this day

you adore anything star wars
you already can ride your bike with no training wheels
you scare me to death when you are out 4 wheeling
you love peanut butter and bananna sandwiches
you would eat fruit loops every meal if i'd let you
you hate being alone
you have a mohawk or "mohog" as you call it
your favorite color is green
you wish for me to be happy when you wish on a dandelion
you can spell and write your name
you love johnny test
you hate taking baths
you are awesome

the fisherman.

where did you come from?

you asked me this evening where daddy and i came from. instead of answering, i asked you where you came from.  you said "a store, a very important store."

the princess

"i'm not a monster, momma, i'm a princess. i need a crown!"

the beautiful red and yellow chalk flowers drawn on my living room wall. i'm so pleased.

the baby powder incident.

in your room for ten minutes on a time out because you weren't listening to me...you got the baby powder off the top of the 6 foot high cabinet, not once but twice today. you are going to be blowing out powder buggers for awhile.

you got all dressed up to take daddy to work today.

sleep and the B

i love watching you get ready to sleep. you have to have blankee spread out on your pillow, smooth and flat, with the tag facing out to the top right. then you rest your head in the middle of B and then stick your knees under your stomach with your butt up in the air...however the other day you did fall asleep with both of your hands tucked behind your head on you back...you are too damn cute!

12

today, you and i went to joann's and all we bought was play dough (for me) and a box of crayons (for you). on the car trip home, you pulled each crayon out and named it's color and then counted half of them out to me. you counted up to twelve all by yourself for the first time! you always count things but never in the right numerical order...two, seven, four. great job! (and just as a side not you can count to seven in spanish, special thanks to dora!)

new shoes

not even 3 yet and wearing a size 10 and a half extra extra wide.

for deedee

a break from painting

the painter

the painting project you were making for dee dee today got a little out of had - but you had a blast! two baths later your stomach and hands are still stained black.

the tigers game

you and your dad had a day out at comerica park. the tigers vs tampa bay and although the tigers lost 1-3, you had a great day. you hit 9 out of the 10 balls at the tigers tball game. very impressive! you got to stop by the detroit fire station on your way to the game...you so love the fire trucks!

exhaustion

after a looonng day of playing with luke and zoie.

the new scooter

you so LOVE your new scooter, a gift from deedee.

another day at the zoo

what a perfect day at the zoo with becky and gavin.

my sweet child

words are just not enough to express how much i love you.

the pink umbrella

we were doing one of our favorite things to do on a saturday - garage saling. we usuallly let you pick something out. you found this and had to have it. again, your father was thrilled.

the barking butt.

tonight, kelly and karen were over, you had just got out of the shower and we were getting you into your pajamas. you farted several times right in a row and i asked you "what was that?" you replied "i'm barking!" we all laughed and i said "you have a barking butt?" and you said "yes. barking butt." we laughed for awhile about that, especially when you ran to the living room to tell your dad you had a barking butt.

wyatt sullivan johnson

the kiss and the monkey...

sleeping beauty

peace. after a day of nonstop playing.

a day at the fair

st. sebastian's carnival. what a fun day. we have been riding our bike down to the church all week watching them set up for the carnival, so you we so excited to finally get to ride the rides. towards the end of the evening you even insisted on sitting by yourself on the catapillar roller coaster!

mama's bad day.

so i am going to tell you about my day today in hopes that when it is time to put me in a home, you will pick a very very nice one.
when i got up this morning you were already up and your father said he didn't wake me before he left for court because I looked so peaceful. i found you downstairs in front of the dryer with a paint brush in your hand and my VERY expensive jar of facial lotion at your feet empty. you had perfectly painted the entire front of the dryer with my lotion and seemed very proud. i never splurge on myself - i only get hair cuts twice a year, i have had the same clothes for years, but once a year I spend $100 on this lotion...
later after i was done vacuuming the computer room i found you in the kitchen dancing around in the 17, yes 17, eggs you had broken on the floor. you got several swats on the butt and you voluntarily went to your room, came out a few minutes later and said "sorry, momma" and went back into your room until you finished crying.
while i was scrubbing the kitchen floor, you sat quietly in the living room pulling off all the batting off the sofa cushions (their covers were in the was because the previous day you had spilt your red punch all over them). it looked like it had snowed in the living room.
what a day. thank God you did not argue with me when it was time for bed. i might have snapped.

the new wheels!

we went to the bike store today to get daddy some new tires and from the moment you saw this trike we knew it was comming home with us. you wouldn't let us leave the store without it, you even moved it right by the door and waited for us. you haven't quite conquered the whole peddling thing yet but you are so close. and then there is cone head...

umbrella!

45 degrees, windy and drizzling...you wanted to play outside with the new umbrella. we went on a very short walk and the wind nearly took you and that umbrella away - it was a chore for you to hold on!

no, mama, i do it!

you are so stubborn - constantly in your demanding little sweet voice "no, mama, i do it!" so then we spend the next 20 minutes with you trying to put on your socks or trying to get out of your coat or trying to use my keys to get us into the front door... you so make me smile.