Monday, April 30, 2012
Nate was walking (stomping) up the stairs, when he stopped suddenly, looked down at his feet, and said, "Quiet, you!
Nate was walking (stomping) up the stairs, when he stopped suddenly, looked down at his feet, and said, "Quiet, you!" Then, whispering while laughing slightly, "Silly feet, we need to be quiet when James is sleeping."
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
Took some quick photos of the boys having a lunch outside.
Took some quick photos of the boys having a lunch outside. Looking through them later, I thought it was funny how in most of the pictures they're both looking the same way or sharing the same expression.
Sunday, April 08, 2012
Nate likes water.
Nate likes water.
On the weekend Nate "baptized" his stuffed horse with water... on our bed.
Later that day, as I was outside deep frying (homemade fish and chips), I began to notice him placing pails of water a couple feet away from me, as the collection silently amassed, I asked him what he was doing. "Getting water ready in case you catch on fire." Thanks, Nate.
On the weekend Nate "baptized" his stuffed horse with water... on our bed.
Later that day, as I was outside deep frying (homemade fish and chips), I began to notice him placing pails of water a couple feet away from me, as the collection silently amassed, I asked him what he was doing. "Getting water ready in case you catch on fire." Thanks, Nate.
James likes to eat.
James likes to eat.
On Friday James ate so much and with such ferocity that I had flashbacks of eating at my parents place with my teenage brother. It also prompted Sara to start an honest discussion about the best strategy to divide food equitably so that every member of the family could get enough food to eat. (There was an unspoken understanding that just making more food until James had enough to eat wasn't a viable option.) James is barely one.
On Saturday we caught James on multiple occasions trying to eat dirt from the potted plants. With a fork.
On Sunday James came and offered me his hand. I took it assuming he might want help walking. I was wrong. He began pulling me across the living room, and then the dining room, right up to his high chair. "Ah, you want to eat?" I begin rummaging around the kitchen. The next time I look back, James has procured some plastic food from somewhere and has placed it on a plastic plate at the base of his high chair, and is poking at it with a plastic fork. Okay. I get the picture!
On Friday James ate so much and with such ferocity that I had flashbacks of eating at my parents place with my teenage brother. It also prompted Sara to start an honest discussion about the best strategy to divide food equitably so that every member of the family could get enough food to eat. (There was an unspoken understanding that just making more food until James had enough to eat wasn't a viable option.) James is barely one.
On Saturday we caught James on multiple occasions trying to eat dirt from the potted plants. With a fork.
On Sunday James came and offered me his hand. I took it assuming he might want help walking. I was wrong. He began pulling me across the living room, and then the dining room, right up to his high chair. "Ah, you want to eat?" I begin rummaging around the kitchen. The next time I look back, James has procured some plastic food from somewhere and has placed it on a plastic plate at the base of his high chair, and is poking at it with a plastic fork. Okay. I get the picture!
Saturday, April 07, 2012
Monday, April 02, 2012
I was helping out with Sunday School yesterday.
I was helping out with Sunday School yesterday. It was Palm Sunday, so lots of "Hosanna"s. We had just finished singing a song with it in it for the kids, and one of the girl's stops and goes, "But, seriously, who's Anna?"
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