The boy is not.
He's really, really not.
END OF UPDATE
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Monday, February 19, 2018
Cuts and cubes
Marty's hair was starting to get a bit unwieldy, so Tamsen summoned her courage and gave him a haircut. She was worried she hadn't done a good job, but I think she did pretty well. It's just.. short, so it's taking some time to adjust to what he looks like.
He looks a little older now that his hair is so short. Alas, for my poor boy's golden curls. He is a baby no longer.
Eagle-eyed readers may notice that Marty has a fountain of snot pouring out of his nose in this picture. We've all been a little sick this weekend, each of us in a different stage of a cold. Marty, of course, has no understanding of or use for personal hygiene, so he's content to remain a cauldron of bubbling mucus.
Edie is getting better and better at spelling. She and Marty have discovered one of our old Boggle games recently, and they've been very excited about using the cubes. Marty just sucks on them, because he's a weirdo, but Edie likes to try to make words. One afternoon, she spelled out her name without any help from anyone. Pretty solid work, little girl.
Don't worry, she didn't leave Marty out of the fun. She spelled his name out next, although there wasn't quite enough room, so she crammed him in as best as she could.
He looks a little older now that his hair is so short. Alas, for my poor boy's golden curls. He is a baby no longer.
Eagle-eyed readers may notice that Marty has a fountain of snot pouring out of his nose in this picture. We've all been a little sick this weekend, each of us in a different stage of a cold. Marty, of course, has no understanding of or use for personal hygiene, so he's content to remain a cauldron of bubbling mucus.
Edie is getting better and better at spelling. She and Marty have discovered one of our old Boggle games recently, and they've been very excited about using the cubes. Marty just sucks on them, because he's a weirdo, but Edie likes to try to make words. One afternoon, she spelled out her name without any help from anyone. Pretty solid work, little girl.
Don't worry, she didn't leave Marty out of the fun. She spelled his name out next, although there wasn't quite enough room, so she crammed him in as best as she could.
Sunday, February 11, 2018
Sweaters and onions
Over the past couple of months, I've had multiple co-workers come up to me at work and give me Oregon Ducks sweaters. They're hard to come by here in Tennessee, as you can imagine, but for whatever reason, they're finding them at Wal-Marts and Goodwills, so they're picking them up for me.
So when I got another one this week, I took it home and decided to let the kids have a crack at it. We tried it on Marty first.
It, uh, didn't fit. Edie saw what we were doing and immediately demanded that we let her try it on, too.
Sure, why not?
Nope, still too big for her. They both had a great time trying to fit into them, though. We thought about trying to cram both kids in there at once, but thought that might create a little more fighting than we were hoping for.
This is completely unrelated to sweaters in any way, but yesterday, we were rounding up books to return to the library. I made the foolish mistake of checking out fourteen of them at once, and of course, they ended up scattered across the entire house. We were searching through the living room, and while I suspected there might be some under the couch, I didn't really want to bend all the way over to check. Edie's small, though, so I picked up the skirt of the couch and asked her to take a look. She got down on the floor, and excitedly said, "Daddy! I found an onion!" She has an active imagination, so I figured it was a block or a toy that she had been pretending to cook with and imagined it was an onion. Sure, sweetie, let's see your onion, I thought.
She, uh, wasn't kidding.
Tamsen had gone shopping the other day and let Edie help her put the groceries away, so we're hoping that's where this came from. It wasn't rotting or anything and still looked okay, so we put it back in the fridge and revoked Edie's onion privileges for a while.
So when I got another one this week, I took it home and decided to let the kids have a crack at it. We tried it on Marty first.
It, uh, didn't fit. Edie saw what we were doing and immediately demanded that we let her try it on, too.
Sure, why not?
Nope, still too big for her. They both had a great time trying to fit into them, though. We thought about trying to cram both kids in there at once, but thought that might create a little more fighting than we were hoping for.
This is completely unrelated to sweaters in any way, but yesterday, we were rounding up books to return to the library. I made the foolish mistake of checking out fourteen of them at once, and of course, they ended up scattered across the entire house. We were searching through the living room, and while I suspected there might be some under the couch, I didn't really want to bend all the way over to check. Edie's small, though, so I picked up the skirt of the couch and asked her to take a look. She got down on the floor, and excitedly said, "Daddy! I found an onion!" She has an active imagination, so I figured it was a block or a toy that she had been pretending to cook with and imagined it was an onion. Sure, sweetie, let's see your onion, I thought.
She, uh, wasn't kidding.
Tamsen had gone shopping the other day and let Edie help her put the groceries away, so we're hoping that's where this came from. It wasn't rotting or anything and still looked okay, so we put it back in the fridge and revoked Edie's onion privileges for a while.
Sunday, February 4, 2018
Weekend
We had a fun weekend over the last few days. We just hung around the house doing normal weekend stuff, but sometimes it's the little things that are the most fun.
You know, like wearing hats.
Eating ice cream.
Playing with blocks.
Sitting on the couch watching videos.
And dancing on the kitchen bench until you fall off and land on your head.
Just normal weekend stuff, you know?
You know, like wearing hats.
Eating ice cream.
Playing with blocks.
Sitting on the couch watching videos.
And dancing on the kitchen bench until you fall off and land on your head.
Just normal weekend stuff, you know?
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