Little Mother

Zoe, the little mother.  

She is the one who dotes on her babies and stuffed animals.  She follows me around the house all day with purses on her arms and a babies wrapped in blankets occasionally whispering "ssshhhh", with that little bounce that only mother's know how to do. 

It all comes so natural, even at this young age.  

An evening out

Sunday evening we went to a Russian Festival in Dallas hosted by the Russian American Center.  The director of the event was kind enough to give us free tickets, and we thought the girls would enjoy seeing the performance.  

The band was called Kristall Balalayka.  They are from Russia and are amazing.  Each of the band members played several different instruments and all of them have great voices.  The music ranged from beautiful russian ballads to very festive folk music.  They threw in a couple of American remakes that were...interesting.  The girls had a blast. 

Ever heard of a gusly, sopilka, okariny, zhaleyka or a rozhok?  Me either, but they sounded great!

Of course our favorite song of the night was "Katusha", since we have our very own Katusha in the house.   Thea swore she heard them singing a song titled "Thea".  Zoe didn't care what they played as long as they kept going.  She danced up and down the aisle.  

If you ever get the chance, check them out.  

Sisters

I hear mud baths are great for the skin...

So, do you remember that charming little post a couple of days ago about my darlings playing in the mud outside?  Well, it was really charming, Zoe's little muddy toes and all...then.  However, today we were all working in the yard, me out front, Fr. to the side.  All of a sudden I hear Katherine behind me asking if they can play in the water hose.  I turn around to face three little pigs-literally.  The girls had found a water source and proceeded to do a little gardening of their own.

So, maybe we could do a little mud bath fundraiser.  My kids could be in charge.

Big sister

I don't know about you, but watching kids grow up is bittersweet.  I love them each and every day.  I love the people they are becoming.   But, I look at old pics and long for those chubby little hands and feet.  

Katya is such a big girl now.  She helps me with everything.  The other night Zoe had a bit of a cold and was cranky.  Katherine took her into my room and began reading to her.  She gently calmed Zoe down and got her ready for bed. 

I love my big girl, but I also miss those fat little cheeks she used to have.  

Sigh...

I love this girl

All right, who wants to kiss these cheeks?  

New Style

Is Fr. Justin the only one that doesn't know that the little snap shirts go inside the pants?  I can't tell you how many times I've come home to find my little one's dressed with the shirts snapped on the outside.

When I say something to him, he always answers with some kind of mumbly response like, "Oh, um, huh, oh, yeah, oh right...does it matter?"

I guess not.