Yep. That pretty much sums up the expression on my face as it dawned on me that my baby was turning 8. EIGHT!? You mean eight years has gone by since that night I sat and watched "Sweet Home Alabama" and quietly timed contractions? Eight years has gone by since we loaded up, with the dog in the car because mama said "surely it's false labor", and drove to the hospital without my packed and staged 'hospital bag'? Is it really possible that it's been eight years and I can still hear Jimmy yelling from the hallway of the hospital "Luke the Drifter!"? Eight years since I called my daddy in the middle of the night and told him he was about to be a grandpa but "don't worry and just stay in bed and get some sleep" and against my advice he was there in a heartbeat. He was first to hold you, you know. Well, right after I held you anyways.
and because it was "false labor" the camera failed to make it to your birth. so all the pictures we have of you as a newborn are of you as young as the ripe old age of 24 hours.
and because it was "false labor" the camera failed to make it to your birth. so all the pictures we have of you as a newborn are of you as young as the ripe old age of 24 hours.Eight years. And it's all still so vivid in my mind. I'm certain it always will be. Because that's just the way Lukas is. So impressionable. Leaves a mark on your heart.
Happy 8th birthday to my firstborn. Can't wait to see what the next eight bring.
oh my goodness I just realized that when the next 8 rolls around you will be wanting your driver licence! Help me Rhonda!
Happy very first birthday to our sweet little princess!
Your smile makes my heart smile.
Your growing up is so bittersweet. I have loved when my babies were babies. But in the same breath, I have loved watching your milestones and can't wait to watch you turn into a little girl!
A whole entire year has gone by in a flash. I still remember this day one year ago. 
We celebrated in true Logan fashion. Right at the train station. The Linden Train Museum, actually. But it's a real train station and trains still fly, literally, by. We saw two go by and you were a bit scared. But that's our Logan. All big and tough until it gets loud. Then you run and hide. 
An of course "Bub" was there to help celebrate. He is the reason, 
A little chocolate cupcake that you requested.
You insisted on carrying the balloon bouquet all around the train station. 
May I introduce you to the newest member of the LePage family? His name is Norman. Or Spencer. Or Harry. Depends on which longtime LePage family member you ask. Regardless, he's here. And he's a big boy too! 
mi abuela and her four bebes. It's possible this dude weighs more than all her 'real' bebes put together. Seriously. You should have heard the noises coming from the front yard as Jess and I were rolling the snowman parts around. Good thing we had two strapping LePage men to muscle the pieces together.
I didn't even know he knew what that meant! I imagine he may have learned it from Captain Feathersword? Anyways...when I yelled it, he did it. And it was funny.
He's just a funny guy that Lukas. And Landry? Well she's just a funny gal: 
Oh Landry! Your excitement is priceless! ...and the look on Logan's face pretty much sums up how he felt about Buccaneer Bay. Logan is our most sensitive child.
He despises crowds, particularly loud crowds. So you can imagine how intimidated he must have been by nearly 1,000 screaming (read: excited) kids, water falls, boats, treasure chests filling with water and pouring 100's of gallons of water on unexpectant kids, parents yelling at their youngins to "stop running", life guard whistles blowing at said running children, and cold water splashing all over the place.
And LaLa Girl got to show off her teeny weeny yellow polk-a-dot bikini.
I am always baffled by just how much love I have for these three little blessings. 
First, let me clarify. I am not claiming my daughter is a pig. Although she does eat a ton. She still is not a pig. Unless it's bananas she's eating....
And she's quite happy about it too.
Except in this photo she wasn't too happy about it. But I am not convinced it's the pig tails she's complaining about. Could be she was hungry. What a pig! Just kiddin' sweet baby girl. I'd feed you all day long if it's what you wanted. Promise.
A comb and a toothbrush. Basic necessities are what this girl is all about.
Maybe with some practice I will actually get your pig tails even? I have a feeling I'm gonna get lots of practice. And that's something I am totally okay with.
Check out the look on Landry's face as she analyzes what Logan is teaching her.
Ok. I probably outta get a shower and clean clothes. The neighbors are complaining about the rotten smell coming from our house...
Do you instinctively do this?:
If you were almost three years old you would. Because then you could do this:
And this:
Forget that the pillow will be flat. Cease the moment and use your imagination! Pillow fuzz makes perfect-pick-up-truck-hauling-goodies. Especially when you are only almost three years old. Sweet innocence.
Innocence like this:
