Separated At Birth?

This picture probably falls under that wonderful category of "blackmail during the teenage years", but I couldn't resist!

I've just dropped my in-laws off at the airport after an all-too-short visit of five days. We've decided we won't let them come back unless they agree to spend at least a week or longer with us! Much fun was had by all, including Big C who met up with his tooth twin at a secret location right here in our very town. I'll be blogging about that tomorrow. Until then, I must face my reality, which includes laundry and dishes . . . things my mother-in-law has been tending to for me during the visit {yeah, she pretty much ROCKS!}

And don't even get me started on my own mom . . . she took ALL my ironing over to her house so my in-laws wouldn't have to see the pile that was taking over the basement. It all came back to me starched and on hangers. Just another reason I pretty much adore my mom.

So for now, enjoy these teeth until Tuesday!

Birth of a Nickname . . .

The Saturday before Oliver was born we took the kids to this:

Our town's new state of the art, technologically advanced, brimming-with-brand-new-books library did not disappoint. Hannie B and RedDog got to meet the original Big Red Dog.

We gawked at shelves and shelves full of shiny new books- including a whopping 25 copies of Chica Chica Boom Boom!

And there seemed to be a running theme throughout the library . . . of owls. Each child got a free t-shirt with a beautiful owl emblazoned on the back.

I love this great owl perched on a huge mural of a tree outside the Children's Story Telling Room.

RedDog with his complimentary tiny stuffed owl puppet. {Have I mentioned how gaga my kids are for "tiny" things? Seriously - that look on his face = nirvana.}

On the way home, RedDog declared "I love this little owl. I'm going to name him Owliver." Immediately we knew that it wouldn't take long for our new little Ollie to eventually become Owlie.

Judging by his sleeping habits this week, I think we'll be calling him Night Owlie.

Do you have a great public library? And if so, are you regular patrons?