The Evolution of Hadley.

gi·gan·tism / jīˈgantizəm/ • n. chiefly Biol. unusual or abnormal largeness.

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24 months.

I heart them.

This is what I came home to after my run this morning, Ry & Hads watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. I was overwhelmed with cuteness.

Love the earth.

In the words of rappers everywhere:

"HAPPY ERRRRF DAY!...yo."

Ducks gotta eat too.

So we gladly oblige. We're still more talk than action, but getting there.

Easter...was it really a week ago?

So my mom said to me last night "are you ever going to post Easter pictures on the blog?" My response "mom, chill Easter was like two days ago." Guess I was wrong. So Happy late Easter!

Waiting for the MUCH anticipated egg hunt...in the garage. A little white trash, but it was raining cats & dogs.

Uncle Easter bunny making his grand appearance. Ooh, La, La UEB, are those shoes Italian?

All the kids and their folks, as most of the little ones were scared sh*tless of the bunny.

Stooge 1 & Stooge 2, looking guilty.

Who doesn't end Easter with a shot of Grappa? Not this family, that's for sure.

She's contagious.

I swear, this girls laugh could cure cancer.

We heart cousins.

Last week Ryan's cousin Stef came into town for a visit and brought along her ridiculously adorable 9 month old Taylor...she brought along her husband Greg too, but he made this couch lineup look a little awkard. Thanks guys for a fab visit, it was such a treat!

Hadley and Lauren showing Taylor why it's the all time best to be a girl. Thanks for the wings Aunt Pam, the girls felt every bit of beautiful.

Someone's gotta do it.

Now that she's two, it's time she learn some of the best parts that come along with being a kid, ie. funny faces. It's not her fault that she doesn't have an older sibling to show her the way...so for now, I'll have to do.

Nothing makes a Mama prouder than a well practiced, perfectly executed, scary, monster face.

Such a fun surprise.

Hads couldn't have been more stoked when 'aunt' Heather met us at the park the other day. She can act a little shy around people sometimes, but these two go together like peas and carrots and never skip a beat. The minute she saw Heath she grabbed her hand and said 'lets wee' (which, of course in 'Hadley Language', means play on the slide). And Heather gladly obliged.

Attack of the 50 Foot Woman...seriously.

We had Hadley's 2 year appointment (finally...I kind of forgot to make it) and found out a few things about our Tower Of Power. She was 80th percentile for head, 83rd percentile for weight (at just under 30lbs...pretty much as heavy as a bag of dog food) and...get this...96th percentile for height. She is a tad over 3 feet tall! The Doc told us the rule of thumb is to double their height at age two and this will predict their adult height. 6 FEET 1 INCH!!!! Look out Andre, there's a new giant in town. Part of me is excited because we've been putting a lot of money away for her college fund...and now I can spend it (on myself of course) because I'm banking on a basketball scholarship. And if that doesn't work out (because the kid can't jump and runs a little 'special') we'll cross our fingers for the model route...she's a great puker, and should fit right in.

Too cool.

Sometimes I even want to write her a note that says will you be my friend?...Check yes, no, or maybe.

Me so funny.

April Fools, foolios! Five phone calls at work, two people who arent speaking to me, and 21 comments later...this was so worth it. I am completely, 100%, not pregnant...unless the jokes on me, and then I guess it's not so funny.

Bet you weren't expecting...

...that I'm expecting.

Expect Baby Prentice December 1st.