Not sure what to call such things...

We had just gotten home from running errands and ran inside qucikly to feed Hans and told the kids to water the plants.  Seemed like a good plan to occupy them.

Ella came in after a few minutes and told me that she was a little dirty.  Fine.  No big deal.

When I went back outside I found mostly naked kids (I guess I should be thankful that they took their clothes off to play in the mud) and mud.

Interestingly, Noah was spotless except for his hands and feet, so similar to Matt.  Ella, taking after her momma, was covered head to toe and making shoes for herself out of mud.

 

 

First thing

Noah comes to greet Hans and I ever morning and every morning he does the exact same thing.  He comes bounding in, yells hello to Hans and gives him kisses and then shares Bigs (you know, the BIG blanket) and Bill (the dalmation dog that he sleeps with) with Hans.  Every morning, giving his favorite things to his little brother and mom.  Noah, he's got a generous heart.  

Well loved

Looking again through old photos and this one caught my eye among the dozens of shots of the little man sleeping.  I think that this is from sometime in Feb '12.  Hans is sucking on an previously used paci.  I kind of cringe when I say that since I'm sure it is not the most hygenic thing.  That said, it is a paci that is full of love.  When Ella gave up her pacis I asked her what she wanted to do with them.  I gave her some suggestions of who we might send them to and even though I was not pregnant at the time, she decided that we should save them for when we had another baby.

So, months later when Hans arrived, she reminded me that we needed to get out her old, well used pacis and give them to Hans.  This one turned out to be his favorite...Ella's scratched flower paci.  Ella proudly gives it to him anytime she hears him crying.  Full of love, that paci.