Pancakes

T last night, tucking M in:

He sits on the bed and pats her head.

"M," he says, "Do you like pancakes? When I'm grown up, I'll make you pancakes. I'm just not grown up yet, but when I AM, then I'll make them for you."

Preparing for Easter

Our first double yolk!!

Halloween

I'm organizing photos this weekend. I've ordered Halloween pics.
We've still got these same kids, so it's not like getting behind on organizing pics changes anything.

Here's M.
She was a spider web. I love to thrift and I got this costume for about 2.99. It had a little head band with wiggling spiders on it--which she took off.

And put back on.

And took off.

And put back on.

It was a very redundant evening.

I always forget that the clothes that they wear with the costume can actually be seen. I will remember next year and put them both in basic black.

That way it won't be confusing. I mean, is she a spider web or a cheetah? Or a speetah?

See the room that Mom is in (below)? Most of that furniture is now in storage and has been replaced with "media room" furniture.
I'd say that moving stuff around in the house has become an actual pastime of mine.

Big T.

He was slightly obsessed with eating lollipops. He was even more taken with the lollipops than he was with chocolate.

Which was handy for me.

Someone had to eat the chocolate.

M frequently excused herself from the party and went to crawl up and down the stairs.
And therefore, so did my Mom.

What loyalty my Mom has.
I just sat and ate my hot dogs and chocolate and hoped the M would be okay on the stairs. I hope that isn't wrong.

Then, I took Big T's hat and wore it around.

Believe it.

He got over it eventually.

M can sommersault now

and this was her just a bit ago.

Too long of a video. No one but I will watch it, and that's okay.
If you do watch it though, listen to F and M dialoging together. It tears at the heart strings.


AND make sure to listen to the tiny-baby grunting and snorting and smacking sounds. She sounds Just Like every other baby in the whole world. You can bet that you sounded Just Like that, and so did your mother, and your boss, and your father, and the neighbor down the street, and your very worst enemy.
You see, she ISN'T special. She's just the SAME...the same as all the other babies in the whole world. It's just how we feel about her that makes her special. And how we treat her.
And if that doesn't make you want to be kind to your fellow man, I don't know what would.