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.

Lions and Tigers and...

...STAIRS! Oh my!

She's crawling all over the place with less fussing these days, and tonight she started up the stairs. 

Thankfully this is as far as she made it, despite the fact that her older brother was four stairs up calling for her. We're going to have to start working with him on that. (Please don't kill your sister!)

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.

Can't hold her down!

The baby can now vault over the side of her floor gym, so it doesn't hold her in anymore. She spent all day at daycare pulling up on stuff. She can get to almost standing, but then she can't get down so she just starts hollering. It's kind of funny, but hopefully she figures it all out soon.

Assorted hilarity?

We have a lot of random pictures that are funny, but aren't providing any inspiration for posting.  So here's a compilation of happy photos with a theme: food!

What can I say?  The little guy loves to eat anytime, anywhere, anyway.

Also, his striped pajama pants make his tush look funny:

Nothing is safe anymore.

He tries to climb into the bathtub every chance he gets. He pulls on wires and is (as I write this) fascinated with a bungee cord. And now climbing up my pants-leg. Here he is trying to figure out how to open the desk drawer.

I don't know that the desk is dangerous enough to keep him interested!

We're not ready!

The little guy can get on his knees easily and then push up to his feet.He hit his head on the underneath of the coffee table right after I took this picture. His fun new-ish trick is to crawl over, grab my ankles, and then start to cry. It's heartbreakingly pathetic. Anyway, we haven't even finished childproofing for crawling. If he could talk, he'd be all "C'mon people... keep up!" *sigh*