Life of Larisa or LOL

See that 10.1 pound baby right there? That's my Zach. Born right on time. Right on his due date. Right as the last nail of our new staircase was hammered in. Right as we were pretty settled in the ways of parenting. Z came along to shake us all up.  ...and he hasn't stopped shaking things up. You can find him bouncing. Slurping on a juice box. Devouring entire bowls of strawberries. Playing in the sand (a.k.a throwing sand at your face). Splashing in the ocean (yes, a.k.a water in your eye!) Driving. Every three year old knows how right?! He makes a great air hockey competitor. But isn't fond of the birthday song and blowing out candles (sprinkles are acceptable however). He's been known to ROAR with the best of them. Drink his weight in milkshakes and smoothies. And the newest sensation---"one eyed Zach the pirate". He tries hard to keep up with the big boys...including his appetite, stamina for athletics, and foul language (always a crowd pleaser). He keeps

...but my memories, via pictures, still remain. It was a good month and a bad month. No ugly (...well maybe if you saw me a couple of mornings when I was sick).  We literally started the month off with a bang. July 4th drinks and BBQ and everyone's favorite---bronchitis. To be promptly followed with an ear infection. Nobody likes sick kids...but even worse than a sick kid, a sick mom. And that was me. Doped up on antibiotics, I spent the remainder of July trying to make sure I didn't infect others, refurbishing second hand furniture, and preparing to host Gabe's birthday sleepover...four boys in addition to my two. If I can conquer bronchitis and an ear infection at the same time...6 boys is a piece of cake (hold on, I'm falling down from laughter). I told you I was doped up.   Gabe received a small fortune from family and friends alike (thank you all for your generosity). He of course immediately spent his birthday money on Legos, loom  bands, fancy earphones, and my p