Matchy Matchy

In my single years I made myself a silent promise that I would never put my children in matching clothes. It was too reminiscent of the matching T-shirt syndrome plaguing high school dances, and the matching outfits plaguing family pictures. I always thought wearing matching clothes on a date or in a family picture was absurd, but I bit my tongue and played along. I thought putting children in matching clothing was equally ridiculous.

I've changed my mind.

Now for the slightly embarrassing confession. I love putting Max and Ian in matching outfits. It makes me deliriously happy. Taking pictures of them in matching outfits makes me even happier. Finding matching outfits at Old Navy for $3.98 per outfit makes me the happiest of all.

Shout Out

I have been meaning to say THANK YOU to my friend Alicia for a while now. I won her blog give away back in December. I took lots of pictures of the loot, but I can't find them anywhere! It's driving me crazy. You will have to settle for a picture of the two of us on our first day of high school. Please excuse the outfits. Anyway, the giveaway corresponded to the 12 days of Christmas and included gifts that represented her. Things she loves. Curious? Here a list of the loot:

1. Pop (fresca, to be specific). Yes we say pop in WA.
2. Gum (Extra)
3. A sleep Mask
4. Scrapbook paper
5. Handmade cards (my favorite part)
6. Lindt Chocolate (lasted about 5 seconds, I have a weakness)
7. A movie (My Girl)
8. McDonalds gift certificates
9. People magazine
10. Chapstick
11. A Twilight series bookmark (we have both read the series twice)
12. An Enya favorite hits CD

Regresamos

We're back. We had a great time with family and friends in Utah and California. Check out our pics on flickr. My cousin's wedding was beautiful, there are more pictures here. Five things I learned on our trip...

1. I'm so fat, I no longer need to wear a coat (unfortunately my added insulation won't prove beneficial in AZ).
2. The DVD player in our minivan is worth it's weight in gold.
3. Ian is a great traveler. Max, well, not so much.
4. Taking both boys to the grocery store by myself yields disaster. Just ask the innocent by-standers that couldn't help but stare as I single-handedly replaced every single box of Jello to it's proper place after Max's rampage down the dessert isle. My other hand (and arm) was constraining a (horizontal) kicking and screaming toddler. The baby was a few feet away screaming in the cart.
5. There is no place like home...even if you live in a crazy house like we do.

Today my Phil and Ted's was a huge sanity saver. It worked it's magic and lulled both boys to sleep so this momma could indulge in some much needed alone time. Even if the alone time was used to do laundry and dishes.


I have been in denial about Ian's size. I have been squeezing him into his six month clothes for a few weeks now. I couldn't figure out why he was crying every time I dressed him, and tonight it hit me. My negligence was subconscious, not deliberate. I am not ready for my little baby to get bigger. Please don't report me to CPS.

Blessing Day

We blessed Ian today. He was a perfect angel all day long, but screamed his lungs out during the entire blessing. The combination of a screaming baby and an emotional dad made for a short, but sweet, blessing. We have had a week of free flowing emotions here at chez scoville. There have been frequent outbursts of every type of emotion...and let me tell you, we are emotionally exhausted. Appropriately, Ian learned to laugh this week.