Summer Vaca - Part Uno

Nana's birthday was a wonderful celebration in and of itself, but it was also a kick-off to our 10 day family vacation. We spent some time with family at Grandma Jill and Grandpa Ronnie's house first...

The beautiful Gi-Gi was there and able to spend some time "pool-side" with Logan

Logan and Dad practiced swimming as well as telling everyone PEACE!

Logan pushed around his new choo-choo from Gi-Gi...

We ate fresh fruit, veggies and herbs the entire time...yummy!

Gi-Gi made fresh pavlova. Uh-mazing!

We noticed that although their may be a large generation gap, everyone loves a good game of Solitaire :)

Logan enjoyed his first tea party with Nana.

And Logan was able to spend some fun times running around in the sprinkler with cousins, Nick and Kelsey!

What a great kick-off to a fun filled week!

99 Cupcakes with Candles on Top

99 bottles of beer on the wall cupcakes with candles on top...

Last week, my Nana turned 99 and we were lucky enough to get to celebrate with her in Macomb last weekend!

She enjoyed gluten-free cupcakes...

As well as some delicious corn on the cobb...

And was able to pick some fresh peppers and tomatoes from the garden for her friends back home.

We had the most wonderful time visiting and celebrating.

Happy 99th Birthday Nana!!

"Clean, Mommy."

Typically while Logan is napping (like many other parents) I utilize the quiet time and do work, laundry, and clean the house, etc. A few weeks ago after awaking from a much needed nap, Logan woke up and walked downstairs. He reached the living room and stopped dead in his tracks staring.

"Clean, Mommy.

Mommy, cleaned floor.

Use vacuum.

Looks...nice."

Yep, I might just have the sweetest son on the face of the earth. A child, who at just 2 years old, noticed I vacuumed and told me it looked NICE!! Now how about that for the "Terrible Two's."

LIFE IS GOOD...

Let the Training Begin...

Potty training that is...

Stay Tuned!

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The oh-so-cool Band-Aid

A few weeks ago, poor Logan had an unfortunate incident with a friend's dog and he got his first real 'boo-boo.' He was a little shaken up at first at the sight of the blood but did really well allowing Jason and I to clean it up and bandage him. In fact, he became incessant that we clean the boo-boo with alcohol swabs and put on a new band-aid at least once a day.

He also became quite the drama queen when I was around for extra attention. He would dramatically limp, pout, and say, "Mama - hurt," indicating that he needed some extra love. Initially, I fell for it (and didn't mind the extra cuddles I had to put out), but then it got a little excessive. Limping to the point I had to carry him and acting as if he might just loose the leg! I determined it was a scam when he and Jason played t-ball shortly after the incident and he frolicked through the yard with no problems what so ever. Seriously, where do they learn these things? Or is it just something they are born to do?!

Somehow we've been lucky enough to make it past two years old before Logan had to sport his first band-aid. But the time came, and he's worn the band-aid proudly. Now, to convince him not to wear the oh-so-cool band-aid any longer, that's a whole different story...

We Had a Firecrackin' 4th...

...Did You???

Go, My, Home!

Last week, Logan and I were lucky enough to spend the week in Macomb with Nama Jill and Grandpa 'RonDog' at their house 'Nama's House' as Logan says.

We had a blast just hanging out and playing in baby pools and sprinklers.

It was hot, so we had to find a way to stay cooled off while still playing outside!

Clearly, Logan really enjoyed himself!

He visited with Braisy's mom and dad...

And Logan realized insisted that since he was in the country, he could run around naked through the water and really anywhere he wanted to go.

He splashed a lot with Nama and Grandpa!

And was able to appreciate a lot that nature has to offer...

And then it was time to go home. Initially, he said no - he wanted to stay, and then he remembered his choo-choo train at home and decided he was ready. He put on Grandpa's hat, put his water in Grandpa's fish coozie and started walking. Eventually, he turned around and said, No Mommy, ride car to my home?

And the entire ride home, all we heard was

Go, My, Home, Now.

Play choo-choo, My Home!

So, overall it was a fantastic trip. But I guess there is something to be said for being at home...

with your own choo-choo.