like buttah

L1 recently discovered that he is strong enough to open the refrigerator. He is extremely happy to have free access now to things like yogurt, juice and entire sticks of butter.


Which is what he got out yesterday. And neatly unwrapped. And sat on the couch licking. With a wicked grin on his face.


I need to clone myself so that there is someone whose sole job is to keep an eye on that boy.

Astonishing quantities consumed.

W1

If peanut butter didn't exist, neither would he.

A cause for celebration

Today I moved enough junk out of our garage that I was actually able to park my car in it.

It's been four years in the making and is, according to R1, a major achievement.






Also, do you know anyone who matched to Rochester for residency and wants to live one block away from Strong Hospital?

If so, they should buy our house.

Quick, before we sign a contract with a realtor!

How you know it is going to be a whizbang* of a Saturday

1. Your husband has an all morning meeting.
2. The forecast calls for all-day rain.
3. Your to-do list is longer than your arm, and none of them are particularly fun.
4. Your son wakes up earlier than usual.
5. You are all out of chocolate.


I'd really like a lazy Saturday to come my way. You know, one where you wake up, roll over, sleep a little more, then maybe say, "What should we do today?". Then you sleep a little more... You get the picture.

But, despite all the complaining, we did accomplish a heck of a lot yesterday. The to-do list is not quite as lengthy as it was before.

Paint = touched up.
Basement walls = stripped and washed.
Entire house = sparkling.

Which is better at the end of the day? Well rested and mellow? Or aching muscles and the glow of accomplishment?



*did I use that in the right context? is it a noun? is it an adjective? whatever it is, we should definitely use it more often.

A little late winter wanderlust

An overheard conversation:


W1: We're on an airplane!

L1: Airplane!

W1: I'm going to drive. L1 sit here. No, here.

L1: No! Here.

W1: Okay. Takeoff! We're going to London!

L1: London!




He has good taste, that boy.

Is it March already?

At H1's check up last month, our pediatrician made a little small talk with W1. He asked if W1 was enjoying the snow, and if he had made a snowman. In response, W1 hung his head and said "No" in a very mournful voice.

Since then, I have been besieged by guilt for depriving him of one of the most important wintertime activities.

Did it take me a month to remedy that? Sure. Today, a beautiful sunny and relatively warm day, was perfect for snowman making.


W1 was giddy with excitement, and demanded a carrot for the nose. L1 wanted to stand on top of it, and refused to keep his mittens on.



On March 1, H1 was 3 months old. She keeps getting older and bigger. Which means it was time to dig out some clothes in a larger size. And then take pictures of her modeling a cute polka dot hoodie.


Here's hoping March brings more good times and even warmer weather!

...and Scooby Doo on channel 2...

L1 had a spectacular second birthday on Saturday.


Mother Nature provided him with a lot of new snow to play in, he got to go to Target (for a little last minute present buying), and there was ice cream cake to eat.

Pretty ideal, right?

Grandma and Grandpa sent him a Thomas Train shaped tent. He and W1 have been playing in it constantly, only emerging for the basics of survival. If I put the potty in there and occasionally tossed in some string cheese and crackers, they might not come out at all. (Hmmm, tempting...)



Thanks Grandma and Grandpa! (It's highly charged in there.)