This has been an important fashion season for more than just Kate Middleton.

Take for instance the lovely Lady Lashley.  I do say her spring fashion debut has been quite impressive thus far.

One of her most fashion forward moments this spring would have to be the second birthday party of Little Lord Ross.  Designer, YaYa, did not disappoint with this colorful sundress.

Oh, watch as she pays mind to one of her adoring fans.  Gracious, indeed.

Just this week alone the lady has had many opportunities to make a fashion statement.  For instance, Easter Sunday.  I hear she designed these darling birds' nest cupcakes especially for the occasion.  She is, as they say, quite the creative type.

Oh, and how absolutely wonderful of her to pose for a picture with the wee laddie.

It is unfortunate that the weather did not cooperate that morning.  Natural light would have been much more pleasing to the eye.  Whatever can we do about it?

Oh the silly lad trying to steal the spotlight.  What poppycock!

Aw, the class trip to the zoo.  What, jolly fun!  Of course, Lady Lashley would not hear of wearing an ordinary school t-shirt.  It would just be shameful.

Blimey!  That silly lad is letting those lassies fawn over him as if he were Hugh Hefner.  Goodness gracious me.

But let's move on to the topic at hand, shall we?

The Lady's first piano recital was yesterday and, yet again, she wore another Yaya original.  Once you find a designer you can trust, there is simply no reason to shop around.

Simply smashing!

And aren't these two looking quite grown-up? It seems like just yesterday.....

Crikey!  That frightening woman got in the way of our shot.  Bug off, you ninny!

She is indeed a diligent student heading straight to the practice rooms before her piano performance debut.

What a natural.

And finally, we mustn't forget that today was the Oklahoma Land-Run at her little school. Sounds quite like nonsense if you ask me, but you can't argue that her dress was over-the-top yet appropriate at the same time.  How does she do it?

Her great-grandfather, the Lord William himself was frightfully pleased.  I say!

Sheesh!  All this malarky has me tuckered out.  I think it's time for a spot of tea.  Cheerio!

Future Blogger

This post is just about a little boy documenting the thing he loves most in life,

 and a mother documenting the thing she loves most in life documenting the thing he loves most in life.

If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, than this the ultimate compliment.

Some things will always stand the test of time.

A white dress is one of them.

My dream in 1982

 isn't much different than hers in 2011.

(Yes, I realize my hair in that picture looks eerily similar to Bode's current haircut. And also, yes, that does look like a 6-year-old Andy in a wedding dress.  

Both are equally weird realizations.)

A day in the life

of a filthy, 

 determined,

drop-dead adorable, 

 adventurous little boy.

Did I mention filthy?

I totally sold the hubs short on this one.

For years now I have been trying to convince Andy that the children needed a swing set.

His response: I grew up in this neighborhood and I rode my bike down the street to the park when I wanted to swing and I turned out just fine.

My response:  Just because the houses were built in the 70's doesn't mean it still is the 70's.  I have a pedophile tracker app on my phone for crying out loud.

Some of his other excuses responses to my ceaseless whining suggestions included but were not limited to: They cost a small fortune.  The ones that don't cost a small fortune look like big hunks of junk.  I would rather gouge my own eyes out than put one of those together.  And lots of other similar sentences that I chose to ignore while happily shopping the internet for a mid-priced, decent quality swing set.

Last weekend the swing set came in and we sent the children away so that Andy could put it together and surprise them upon their return.

I had all kinds of people on speed dial for the inevitable melt-down that I assumed he would have around page two of the 195 page manual.  

I had a neighbor ready to hog-tie him when he started throwing power tools.  I had a psychologist friend ready to medicate him.  I had ministers, family members, and hospital employees on alert.  

I like to prepare for the worst.

And then I ran and hid for two days straight like a scared little girl.  Because I was.

But wonder of wonders, after two days and a very dedicated father/son team, we had us a swing set.

The screams of sheer joy were priceless.

Mia turning to Bode to scream into his face (not that unusual, really).

 Still screaming:

 And still screaming:

Andy finally admitted last night, while the children were happily playing outside for the millionth time this week, that it was worth it.

And in my most humble, meek, and gentle voice I softly whispered, "I told you so."

What we've been up to this week:

This looks like it's going to be a page turner.

Me: Hey Mia, it's library day today at school.  Remember to look for another Beverly Cleary, or maybe a Judy Blume.  Of course you love Roald Dahl, maybe try and find another Roald Dahl.

Mia: Sure, Mom.

And this is what I found in her backpack:

I can't believe I didn't think about a book on the muscular system.  

Silly me.

Mother/Son date

I took this adorable little suburban cowboy on a date last night.

 Our children's ministry did an amazing job, as usual.

  Once Bode discovered the guns, the pony rides were out of the question.

 And now I present to you the most awkward mother/son picture ever...

 Nothing says, "I love you, Mom" like a good old fashioned groping.

Whenever I start to contemplate moving out of 1970's house because the kitchen makes me angry on a daily basis, please remind me of this:

Mia meeting Andy on a beautiful Friday afternoon as he walks home from work.

And then whisper the three most important rules of real estate in my ear, "Location, location, location."

We are spending the entire day going from playroom to backyard and back again.

See that tiny little grilled cheese scrap on the floor?

I totally just ate that for lunch along with three apple peals.

Man, this is the life!

And I wouldn't change it for the world.