Happy VD

...as in Valentine's Day. What else did you think I meant?

I wanted to post some pictures of the kids I took today. This blog is called "The Silva Family" after all. It's not just "Alecia's Really Important Opinion of The Bachelor." I mean, I really like that name, but I chose to go with the other because ARIOOTB is just way too long.


Amelia - 7.5 months

She's currently rolling around the living room. I put her down and walk away and 2 minutes later, she's across the room - and usually having a little fit because she can't get a hold of some toy she really, really wants. I don't know if it's because she's the 3rd child - therefore feeling the need to be overly obnoxious to make sure her needs get met - or - if she's just really spirited. Make no mistake. If she has a question, concern, comment, consideration or complaint - she makes it known. Quite loudly. But I can't help but kiss her chubby cheeks every chance I get. And she eats it up. The girl loves to be loved on.

Alivia - 3.5 years

Liv is now in preschool - and doing really well. She's learning all sorts of letters, numbers, shapes and making some little girly friends along the way. She had her first "friend from school" birthday party a couple weeks ago. She was so excited - and I guess she had a blast. Being the excellent mother that I am, I was gone in Omaha and Jason had to escort her to the party. He said she loved it. She's become super affectionate in the last couple months - she must tell me that she loves me 100 times a day. It's just so sweet to hear those words in her little mousy voice.

Andrew - 7 years

My little man. He is also doing very well in the first grade. He still writing all sorts of BeeMan books (which I think is adorable) and he's far ahead of the rest of his class academically. I'm not surprised, though. I mean, hello?? He's related to me. He's also super sweet - giving out hugs and compliments left and right. That little guy figured out a long time ago how to butter me up, and it works. I know what he's doing, but I don't care. I just eat up all those sweet words like a fat kid eats a cupcake. However, he's completely over me taking his picture. He's had enough. But I still force him. And look at my stunning results! Doesn't that look just scream "I'm thrilled, Mom! Please, take my picture again. In fact - I think I'd like to become America's next top model!!!"

Oh shut your pie hole. They had a guy on last season. He just dressed like a girl.

Wait a minute....

I don't want Andrew to dress like a girl.

That's not what I meant.

I said shut your PIE HOLE!

XOXO