Friday, September 28, 2012

Swingin'

When he was a baby, Charlie adored the swing.  He would sit in it all the time.  Rosie hasn't enjoyed it as much as he did, but is starting to come around.  But it looks like she will have to share.





Thursday, September 27, 2012

Bumpo Sitting

This week, Rosie started sitting in the Bumpo seat.




And she LOVES it!



**Yes, we know it is technically a Bumbo seat.  But at the McMottes it is Bumpo.**

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Friday, September 21, 2012

Super Mama

 Was trying to get a video of Charlie being "super Charlie" - flying high on Daddy's feet. But instead I caught what everyone knows - it is always the Mama that is super.

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Thursday, September 20, 2012

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Pump It Up!

On Labor Day, Charlie and some of his friends went to Pump It Up to burn off some two-year old energy.  However, Charlie wanted Mama to be with him and burn off energy, too! So I didn't get too many pictures.  I am grateful that Marc and some of the other parents snapped away.



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Charlie loved it, despite that whining at the end.


Lyla, Harris, Edie, Charlie, Bailey, Carter and Lute


Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Rosie Loves Coco

I was reading books to Charlie and Rosie before bedtime.  Rosie started to get a little fussy and squirmy, so I put Coco next to her.  She grabbed Coco's hand, turned her head to him, and immediately went to sleep.


Monday, September 17, 2012

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Rosie Get Your Gun

Yesterday, Rosie had an allergic reaction.  My dad was holding her and I noticed that tears were streaming down her face.  I thought, "That's weird - didn't hear her cry."  Then I noticed it was only her left eye, which was just a bit swollen and red.  And that the left side of her face was red and blotchy. 

Don't worry, after a bath, a change of clothes and some benadryl, Rosie is fine.  But I could not figure out what was causing it.  Rosie had come to gymnastics for the first time and there is chalk dust everywhere.  Could it be chalk?  And I had her in the Baby Bjorn for the first time, but I had washed it in her detergent, and her face had been against my shirt, which she has been laying against for three months.  And those had been two hours previous to the blotchy-ness.  The reaction shouldn't have taken that long.

Then my mom said that my dad had been shooting squirrels earlier in the day in the t-shirt he was wearing.  And it happened as soon as he picked her up. A-HA!  Rosie reacted to gunpowder residue. 

I guess we will be keeping her away from the gun range for a while.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Happy Georgia Girl

Goooooo Dawgs! Sic 'em! Woof woof woof woof!


Friday, September 14, 2012

Happy Birthday Lute!

One of Charlie's School friends, Lute, turned two and had a fun, fun birthday party at Canopy, a trapeeze studio in Athens. 
 



They had to raise the trapeeze for Charlie - he was too tall on his first try!

Where's Charlie?


Wheeee!





Sweaty boy needed a break

Charlie and Carter, rocking the hats

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Bed Time for Charlie

Usually Marc gives Charlie a bath and gets ready for bed while I clean up the living room and get ready for Rosie's bath.  Once Charlie is ready for bed, Rosie and I come in to say good night.  He will often say "Mama Lay Down!" or "Mama Bed!" and point to the pillow.  But this night he said, "Rosie Lay Down!"


He just loved cuddling and giving her good night kisses.


And if there is cuddling, Lullabelle wants to be a part of it, too!


Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Bath Head

I need to cut Charlie's hair. It is getting soooo long on top.  But it is just such lovely hair that I have a hard time getting rid of it.  But it makes for some fun bath-time sculpting!





Monday, September 10, 2012

A Rosie Fit

Rosie is such a good baby.  But one night, when Marc was working late on a movie set and I was with Charlie and Rosie, something upset her.  She was not happy.  Not happy at all.


And none of the usual tricks worked.


She got madder and madder.  And redder and redder.


Finally, after some rockin' and some nursin', she stopped crying.  But I am guessing the tongue stuck out at me still means I did something wrong.  I guess she is prepping me for the teenage years.