Nutella!

The baby and I both like a thick layer of Nutella on our biscuits. It's so, so, so good. I sure hope my face is cleaner than hers when I'm finished eating, though.

She's such a mess.

Yogurt Face

The kids had yogurt and apple slices with peanut butter for dinner tonight (honey crisps are back in season-- hooray!). They both had yogurt-covered faces by the end of the meal.

Hers was definitely worse than his.

Washable Markers

The baby has been coloring with markers lately... which is kind of stressful. I keep taking them away, and the little guy keeps giving them back. Anyway, she has colored on a book cover (luckily one that I own), a desk drawer, and part of the floor. She did NOT get marker on her white church dress, though. Hooray!

What a Stinker!

The little guy came home from school with a note today. He dictated it and his teacher wrote it down. It said:

Dear Eric,

[Little Booger] was good all day. I hope you were good at [your company].

From.
Mrs. J

That kid. Seriously, what a little stinkpot.

Spoons are for suckers

The baby may have refused to open her mouth for the dentist, but she looooves her toothbrush.

Who needs a spoon?

Sunday, Sunday

Both kids have grown more than an inch since January (wow!), and we needed some bigger shoes for their not-as-little-anymore feet. The baby had her adorable new church shoes on this morning with her (matching) new spring dress, so I had to snap a picture.

See the stain-stick in her hand? She took the top off and stuck her finger all the way down the middle of it-- which is why this is the *only* picture that I took. Off to the sink!

Weather Fail

We went for a walk after dinner tonight… it was gorgeous outside, and it's supposed to storm overnight and be cold and rainy tomorrow.

Well, apparently "storm tonight" meant "unbelievably sudden torrential downpour beginning when we're two blocks from our house" because that's what happened. See the red? That was our walk.

We ran all the way home (Eric carried the bike) but were still wet through. All five of us toweled off and snuggled up to watch an episode of Pingu. I'll check the radar before suggesting we go on another walk (sorry, Eric).

Daylight!

We took advantage of the time change and went to the playground after dinner. The little guy rode his bike and then put it in the bike rack. This is seriously so cute that I could just melt.

We were all playing by the swings when the baby took off and headed for the slide. The little guy has gone down this slide maybe once… it's really high. She just climbed right up and slid right down. To save face, the little dude spent the rest of the evening alternating turns with her on the "scary slide" (which is what he called it, bless him).

Messy Monday?

Well, I think the baby likes chicken tortilla soup.

The little guy wanted to paint after dinner. Because the baby high-tails it for the stairs any time you turn your back, I figured she could paint, too. The little guy painted a house that was on fire but was put out and is now upside-down.

The baby made some dots, rubbed paint on her face, and then tried to eat the paintbrush.

All in all, it was a successful evening!

And the countdown begins...

The little guy is participating in a prayer partner thing at church, so he had to fill out a questionnaire about himself. I want to be a fly on the wall when his partner reads it. When asked what he likes to do with his family, he said "Put stickers on them." As you can see from my formerly classy white planter in the background here, that is true.

She's getting ready to walk!

One of the other questions asked for a couple of things that you'd like to do better (or would like to learn how to do). With no hesitation, he said "Tie shoes! And drive a car!" Thank goodness we have about eleven years to get ready!

He's practicing. Uh-oh.

Get this girl a purse!

She obviously needs a purse... where else can she keep her play-doh container?

Or is she taking lessons from Beau again?

Leave me out of this!

Absurd

The little dude is absolutely ridiculous. We just put our activity center up for sale on Craigslist because the baby doesn't ever want to play in it. I think we gave up too soon.

What the heck?!? I don't even. He played in it happily (pretending he was driving) for a good half hour. Fortunately, he was able to get himself out of it, too. 

Maps

The little guy is really curious about where things are, so we've been spending some time looking at maps, both online and on paper. Eric was watching baseball and the boy and I were looking at where our extended family lives. The baby was playing quietly at my feet. Ha! We should've been paying more attention!

Please note that it was hot enough for the baby to be in just a diaper, and the little guy is wearing long sleeves and a sweater vest.

Pinto Beans!

I made these pinto beans for dinner on Sunday, but with Jiffy corn muffins instead of homemade cornbread. The beans were delicious, cheap, and easy! Anyway, the baby loved them. She was a hot mess, but a happy hot mess.

The boy, on the other hand, ate about four beans. Win some, lose some.

Go Speed Racer!

The baby took off today-- so fast that she was able to knock over Beau's water bowl and then fall and hit her head in the resulting puddle. I guess she figured it out last night.

Going, going, gone!

The little guy got a gash in his head at school yesterday, so we spent the evening at an urgent care center getting him cleaned and stapled back together. Good times!

Crawling Stinks... Yeah, Yeah

The baby is an angry crawler. She can do it, but she's not happy about it and she wants you to know it. Sadly, it's kind of hilarious. She'll get halfway to a toy that she wants and either burst into angry tears as she continues to crawl or she'll stop and look around for something closer that she can play with instead. Well... it turns out that what she really wants to do is stand!

The little dude is old enough to misunderstand things. The other day in the car we were listening to wildly inappropriate but catchy music (don't judge me! I didn't think he was paying attention!). One More Night came on and we had the following conversation:

Little Dude: Why does he hope that you die?

Me: What? He doesn't say that! Don't say that. It's not nice! Where did you hear that?

Adam Levine: So I cross my heart and I hope to dii-ii-ie...

Me: Oh. 

Little Dude: Why does he say he hopes you die?

Me: Um, he's saying I hope TO die. It's an expression. It just means you really really promise.

Little Dude: Why doesn't he say I really really promise? Why does he say I hope you die?

Me: It's just a saying. I don't know. It's a saying-- "Cross my heart, hope TO die, stick a needle... um, you know what, nevermind. Hey look! There's a big truck over there!

Little Dude: I hope you die!

Luckily he hasn't said it to anyone at daycare... that I know of. Nor has he asked why lipstick can get you so out of breath. I'm looking for a new morning station now, too.

Ice Cream

We went to Goodberry's tonight... yum. Look at this happy boy:

Sitting and Sock Updates

First, the sock update. The little dude took off his socks at school, his teacher found them, and she gave them to him. The socks are now gone, but his teacher didn't throw them away.

The baby is working on crawling. Apparently she was pushing with her toes some this evening, but her technique is all wrong. Here's what she does:
1. She pushes up on her arms and looks around.
2. She lays down on her belly and kicks her legs in the air while holding her arms up.
3. She pushes up on her arms and looks around, disappointed.
4. She starts fussing because she hasn't moved.
Rinse and repeat.

Sitting, though, that she can do. Hooray!

Mama's Boy

Even though it may seem like the little guy doesn't listen, he's listening. On the way home tonight we got stuck in traffic and he piped up from the backseat: "Moooove! Come on! Let's GOOOOO!!! What's the PROBLEM?!??!" Um, I think the problem might be too many mornings stuck in traffic with me. Yikes! I was literally weeping I was laughing so hard. I fail so hard at being a role model.

Here's our smiley little girl to distract you from the terrible things I'm teaching my son.

We Love the Post Office

Guess who behaved so well at the post office that he got a sticker?

Need a close-up of that sticker?

Yup, the little dude walked around all day with a priority mail sticker on his back. What a goofball!