Yin and Yang

Black and white.
Chocolate and vanilla.
Up and down.

These two sisters could not be more different if they tried.

Take a sand pile, for instance.
We visited Tucker at her doggie boot camp this weekend, and wouldn’t you know there was a large pile of sand calling Britton’s name upon arrival.  After a few hugs to Tucker, they spent the better part of two hours playing {Britton was actually rolling} in the large pile o’ sand.
Britton, without cue, threw off her shoes, not bothering to roll up her jeans, and headed her little toes towards the pond– only moments before I caught her and instructed her not to dare jump in. Mind you, it was not quite 70 degrees, no telling how cold that water would’ve been.
Her objective– to see how dirty she can get.

While Kenley, wanted to stay as dirt free and clean as possible. She wouldn’t even think of taking off her boots to play in the sand- no way.

Yin and Yang.
Left and Right.

If you are ever on a canopy road in North Florida and see this store- stop and get yourself a sausage dog. You won’t regret it.

Britty- or “Brittany” as she has most of her fellow classmates and art teacher are calling her– had her second spend the night friend on Friday. If you don’t count our next door neighbor, it would be her first. 
Hot cocoa on a Saturday morning, in the play house, sounds like the perfect start to a long weekend.

I’m not ashamed to admit it- this Mama still loves it when my baby doll lets me dress her for church.
She is spending extra time with me today- due to a very mild, exaggerated case of the sniffles. In an effort to redeem myself, I allowed her to stay home today. Sounds like it’ll be an Animal Planet marathon kinda Monday.

Kenley also spent the night out for the first time— thought for sure this gal would be like her Mama, getting “homesick” for the first 15 years of her life. Nope- sorry, not gonna happen. She loved every minute of it, and may even go away to the beach with friends this weekend. My little girl is certainly growing up.

Four weeks ago today we were at the hospital, hooked up to IV’s and monitors trying to guess what he would weigh, when he would arrive, and how much hair he would have. Wow- this little guy has exceeded all our hopes and is more than we could have dared to dream of. We love you little Ray-na-nays. 

A boy.

Happy Four Week birthday Raynes Robinson!

My cup runneth over…..