Aren't they looking sharp?

Sunday is the only day that all of our kids look properly groomed. We try to wash all the food of their faces and out of their hair, make sure that they are wearing all necessary articles of clothing, and that their clothing has no stains or holes. Really, it's the least we can do, once a week. So yesterday, we tried to snap a photo of the three of them in all their glory.


That's the best that we got. Notice how L1's gaze was not on the camera? Instead, he was staring at me and the chocolate I was holding as a bribe. *sigh*

Most of the photos look something like this:



And then W1 gave up and returned to playing on the floor, and we were left with L1 and H1 holding hands (or L1 holding arm). And never mind that H1 is kinda falling over.


But check out L1's eyes in that picture. Such a lovely blue.

I thought you would like to know.

One of L1's first complete sentences was:

"L1's diaper stinks!"

Complete with exclamation point.

He speaks the truth.

Oh.

That's what L1 was doing with all those stickers.

R1 = mid-thirties!

Last night, we celebrated R1's 35th birthday

with balloons, noisemakers, candles, singing and buttermilk pie.

Was it merry?

Very.

P.S. Yeah, that isn't 35 candles on the pie. It is a group of 3 candles next to a group of 5 candles. Close enough, right?

Two months...and one week

Today H1 had her two month check up.

She weighed in at 10 pounds, and was declared to be doing very well.

Shout hooray!

On a random Thursday afternoon

H1 is:

Desperately trying to get her fingers into her mouth.
Recovering from her first stuffy-nosed, raspy cry cold.
Just over 2 months old (yep, she turned 2 months on Monday!)


L1 is:

Sleeping soundly after practically begging me to take him upstairs for a nap.


W1 is:

Blissfully watching Wall-E, to which he is terribly addicted. Yesterday, when he didn't get to watch it, he wept.


R1 is:

At school working hard, and trying to suppress the fact that he is turning 35 years old next week. (Sorry R1, it had to be said).


K1 is:

Putting off the re-re-re-spackle job that needs to be done so we can paint, and then sell the house (put simply).


What are you doing on this random Thursday afternoon?

Just try to follow the logic

K1: Oh, no!

L1: Uh oh.

W1 (running into the kitchen): What happened?

K1: L1 spilled water all over my cookbook.

W1 (who often congratulates himself for not doing things that would get him in trouble): I didn't spill water on your cookbook. I didn't spill anything. I don't need to clean up. I want cake.





Alarmingly close to my train of thought on my not so good days.