An unintentional floor nap before supper makes for a very miserable little girl. 

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Afternoon piggies.

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I love that curly little mop-head. 

(178/365)

Bath time curls.

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I have so much love for these little boys and how they play.

(176/365)

Helpin' Dad build the potato boxes even higher still. Those things are growing at a ridiculous rate!

(175/365)

Because every gargantuan dandelion deserves to have it's seeds blown about.

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My brave girl.

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Hungry little munchkins waiting patiently for their pizza to be done.

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He is the peace to my anxiety, the order to my disaster, the patience to my frustration, the adventure to my wariness. I could have never even dreamed up such a man to share life with, to raise a family with. Today, we are reminded how important it is to give thanks for him - and it is our privilege. Happy Father's Day, my Joey!

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I wish that every summer day could be as beautiful as today was.

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Happy and quiet moments like this are my favourite. 

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She's a superhero in training.

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"So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day."

1 Corinthians 4:16

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Lydia is always quite pleased when Daddy gets home from work, and does not want to leave him alone.

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What would bubble blowing be without little siblings to sabotage it?

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Brothers + bubbles.

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I never want to forget this. The stubborn insistence on wearing silly glasses, the unhindered joy in wearing sparkly jewelry with every outfit (including pyjamas), the sidewalk chalk-marred clothing and hands. She will only be this little for a day.

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Miss Lydia catching up on her Piper. 

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Dinosaurs are worthy of some serious play faces.

Little Miss Two-Years-Old

Lydia's birthday was so much fun for the whole family. She was so aware of what was going on, it was ridiculous. She patiently waited for her presents, then dragged her daddy over to it the first moment she could on the day her birthday dawned. She kept squealing out "Happy Birthday, Diddy!" all day long. We went to the animal park, got lunch from DQ, and had a small celebration with my parents, complete with ice cream cake after supper. At her (ma-hu-ssive!) party the following day, I forgot to take a single photo. Not of the cake I made, not of the decorations Joey hung up outside, not of the nearly 40 (FOURTY) guests we had over. And, you know what? That is ok. Because it meant that I was actually present at her party, and that I will remember it far better than I would have from behind the lens of a camera.

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One big boy concentrating very hard on doing his school workbook, and one little girl concentrating very hard on touching two fingers together.

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Inspecting the potato plants that have seemingly sprung up over night.

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This Bean has some seriously fluffy hair.

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Another wonderful visit with these folks has come and gone. It is a wonderful thing that my kiddos have people to miss so acutely.

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Some serious nature study going down at the Royal Saskatchewan Museum.

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Because, the last time they cooperated for a photo was never.

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Today, my baby turned two. She squealed and giggled and squeaked out "gank-goo!" at all the appropraite moments. She danced and played and hammed up every moment as much as humanly possible. Little Miss, it has been two of the very best years. We love ya.

(154/365)

He is always, ALWAYS the last one at the dinner table.

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Pre-nap time dance parties in the basement, curtesy of Grandpa P.

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Nobody likes it when bath time is over.