Traumatized

Several weeks ago, there was a fly in the dining room during dinner. The baby kept pointing at it, jumping on her chair (yes, I know-- totally unsafe), and squealing "A BEE!! A BEE!!" Then the fly flew directly into her forehead. It was hilarious-- I've never seen anything like it. It bounced off her head. She completely froze, then started shaking with this terrified look on her face, and then she burst into tears. Eric and I were laughing too hard to help her (yes, I know-- we are terrible parents).

The reason I bring this up now is that she *still* will randomly point to her forehead, murmur "a bee," and start crying. That's what she's doing here:

We'd better start saving for her future therapy bills.

No words

I don't even know how this started, but the little dude has been laying (lying?) on the bath mat and letting me brush his teeth at bedtime. Of course, the baby also wants to do this because she's a total copycat. Here's what teeth-brushing is looking like at our house these days:

Absurd. Completely absurd.

Where's Waldo?

The little guy crept into our room this morning and said "I made her crib a JUNGLE!!" When we went into their room to see, it was actually kind of hard to find the baby. Her camouflage pjs weren't helping, either.

Yup. The boy filled her crib with every single stuffed animal we own.

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. 

Is it hockey season?

While Emily was out of the country this week I tried my best to keep the kids alive, and succeeded. Phew! Saturday morning my boy wanted to watch baseball (I love it!) but it was too early so none of the games had started. So then he wanted to watch hockey, but that was over months ago. I checked our NHL channel on the Roku just in case there were still some highlights from the Stanley Cup Playoffs. Luckily there were so we watched game 6 where (spoiler alert..sorta) the Blackhawks beat the Bruins to win. Here are some shots of the game (it's relevant, I promise). Photos from sbnation.com

Stanley Cup logo under the ice

Presentation of the Stanley Cup

After we watched the highlights which included the above presentation the kiddo ran upstair to get his socks skates and hit his pucks around our downstairs. After a few "goals" his lifted his arms and cheered, "We won!" 

Then he ran off and came back with a bath mat and put it down on his "ice". I managed to snap a picture.

"Hey bud, why did you get the bath mat?"

"I had to put a rug on the ice!"

"What?"

"I had to put the rug down on the ice because I won!"

"Huh?"

"I won so now I get the bottle from under the ice!"

"The bottle from under the ice? What are you talking ab.... Ahhhhhh."

Don't tell anyone from Canada my son called the Stanley Cup a bottle.

The sweet girl doesn't know anything about hockey yet, but she does love to stand. Here she is supposed to be going to sleep while mommy reads her brother a book.

Feats of Strength

The little dude and I took a break from sidewalk chalk to impress our new neighbors with feats of strength speed. We took turns sprinting down the sidewalk and tagging the front door. I'm sure they can't WAIT to meet us now!

He also dressed me up as a baseball player for a rousing game of catch earlier this weekend (also outside-- Hi neighbors!).

And then in the category of "I don't even know" this is how the little guy slept last night: