Really...It's Like Christmas.

Oh, July. You sun-drenched, traveling little mistress, you.

She's been good to us...this yearly half-way point. The amount of activities, birthdays, planes, hotel rooms, sunny days and visits with Mickey she's brought us are what Bolt would call "ri-dunk-u-lous." Gawd, I love to quote Bolt.

I'm just now sorting through the 985 pictures (yes, that number is correct - I'm a quantity over quality sorta girl) taken over the last few weeks and I've decided this... Mickey gets a whole post.

But not today.

Because we would have to talk Jedis. And Jedi training. And going up against Darth with the Jedi Master. Goodness. I could go on and on. And the pictures. Those fools are 400 of the 985 pics in my database.

Suffice to say Henry is an official youngling - and fought the dark side with impressive vigor.

I think right now I'll focus on the 110 pictures taken in the first three days of the month. When Stella turned two and...

We had a visit from one of our very favorite Texans on the planet.

And she brought a tu-tu from Texas for the girl.

And a microscope from Texas for the boy. Perfect gifts for these fools.

And then came time to celebrate 2.

2 years of living.

2 years of craziness.

Grandma and Grandpa Graves, GG, Bonnie and Beth stopped by to celebrate too...



Okay, so there may be a lot of Stella pics here...poor Henry.

Oh, no - that's right. The Jedi post is coming. Seriously. Four hundred photos of some serious Jedi action. It'll be ri-dunk-u-lous. (What up, Bolt!)

Until then, I'll celebrate with my own view of the two-year old girl.

And my favorite way to see her with her boy.

May the force be with you!