|I'm particularly proud of catching Buddy Boy's raspberry-blowing spray in this picture. Now you know just what it's like to eat a meal with him.|
I set Little Guy up with Play-Doh and Buddy Boy with his breakfast, while I unloaded the dishwasher. At one point, I looked over and Little Guy was feeding Buddy Boy cookies. Play-Doh cookies, of course.
|I was taking Buddy Boy's monthly growth pictures (yes, I'm still doing that...I'm just way behind) and Little Guy insisted that he also be photographed with the bunny.|
The Little Guy keeps telling me he needs to go to the doctor. When I ask him why, he looks at me quite earnestly and just snuffles his nose repeatedly. I've told him he's going to have to power through.
Last week, after a discussion about how God heals our bodies, Little Guy came in to show me that a scab on his knee had come off, "Mommy? Mommy? Wook! Dat sure was nice! God peeled off my boo-boo!"
Little Guy threw a can of Diet Pepsi into the kitchen the other morning. The can spun and spun, spewing and spraying practically every drop of those 12 ounces across every single last surface of the kitchen and halfway into the (carpeted) den, and dousing the boys and me all in sticky syrup. It's simply amazing how many tiny brown droplets can be created from one can of Diet Pepsi.
One evening last week, the boys and I strolled down to the Mister's office building, hoping to at least get a wave from his window, as is our custom. When I called to tell him we were nearby, I asked if there was any chance he could join us for a few minutes for frozen yogurt. He could and he did! And I was reminded again of why we choose to live in our little apartment in the middle of downtown. This way, we get to see Daddy sometimes. That, and it's FUN. The Little Guy told me the other day, "I don't want to play at Navy 'Morial today, Mommy. 'Stead, want to go check and see they have strawbies at Farmer's Market today." He likes his city life. :)
In this picture, Little Guy is "putting bark back on da tree, so Baby no eat it." He's a constant protector. If he so much as hears the rattle of a shopping bag, he calls out in his sing-songy way, "No plastic bags for Baby!" and is sure to let me know if there is a coin on the floor or if Buddy Boy is headed for the stairs. I love how much they love each other.
And now there are calls for another round of Simon Says, so I'd better run.
The pool--at long last--is now open for weekday hours. If you need us, that's where we'll be. :) It's summertime, y'all!