Flower Children

An Enigma. Shrouded in Mystery. Wrapped up in Bacon.

I can't figure this kid out. He loves to eat. LOVES. TO. EAT.

He will flip out if he sees you eating something and wants some. We're talking 0 to screaming in 2 seconds flat.

But he doesn't really want to feed it to himself. Unless it's toast or crackers.

So it's up to you to get it into his mouth in a suitable, ever-changing time period.

Or else.

He gets angry, Incredible Hulk angry.

You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.

This has probably led to the consumption of too many crackers in an effort to create calm while other food reaches his mouth.

But, hey, I can't afford all those ripped clothes.

Busy Busy Busy

Is what I would say if I were actually too busy to write. But, although busy, I am also lazy. But that's not the whole story.

The whole story is that I have another child who doesn't like to sleep. Well, that's not true, he sleeps. But often has to be held while sleeping.

And that just sort of saps any urge you have to juggle sleeping baby, edit photos and type witty posts right out of you.

Bear with me, people.

I have just started cleaning out the video camera. It shows that it has 140 videos on it.

What are they? Who knows! But my intention is to bring you the highlights:

Babies banging on musical instruments! Toddlers saying unintelligible things! Such excitement!

So, without further ado:

SILAS PLAYS THE UKULELE!

The Week in Pictures

New plants! Broccoli, spinach & chard.

Rhubarb.

Sadie's first time with a bat. Hey, she hit the ball on the second try.

And later found out a ball hitting your hand can hurt. Even if it's a wiffle ball.

But she didn't let it stop her. She loves playing.
And this one?

Still quite possibly the most delicious baby in the world.

Things my children are scared of

Brother:

The electric train set.

The end of the They Might Be Giants' song, Violin.

Crinkly paper bags.

Kids screaming, happy or otherwise.

The vacuum.

Sister:

The stools shaped like teeth at The Science Factory: They don't have eyes, Mama! That's why they're scary! Yes, I tried explaining that teeth aren't supposed to have eyes, to no avail.

The hallway.

The washing machine- Still!

The vacuum.

And so on and so forth. They are a couple of wackadoos, god love 'em!

Kids on the Kouch

I had to do it. It's a pet peeve of mine to spell things with K that are not supposed to be spelled with K. I mean, why do people do it? WHY?

I saw a day care called Kiddie Kollege the other day. Just on my K principle alone I wouldn't send my kids there. But to imply some sort of collegiate, get-ahead atmosphere and misspell COLLEGE? No way.

Anyway, here are the kids on the kouch. 'Kause I know you Kare!

Painting Eggs

What the Heck Do Babies Have Against Baby Toys?

Silas's favorite new toy:

Take it away and you die.

Easter

Well, Sadie may be afraid of leprechauns and a bit wary of Santa, but it would seem that the Easter Bunny is so not scary.

When we woke this morning I said, "Hey Sadie, do you think she came?"

Yes, the EB is a she. How do I know? Sadie told me so.

Anyway, all it took was that reminder that it was Easter and Sadie was down the hallway. Come, Mama! Come!

I'm thinking next Christmas she'll be sneaking out to open presents at 4am with no fear.

Here's what Ms. Bunny (did I not mention she's also a women's libber?) left for Sadie and Silas:

A book, a toy, a puzzle and bug catcher for the gal who loves worms and ladybugs.

Some chocolate bunnies, too.

Here Sadie is right as she managed to get me to agree to give her one to eat in the morning.

Hey, I did make her wait until after breakfast. But Easter is a day to eat junk at times you don't usually get to. I ate a half pound of See's chocolates. Really.

And some felted wool toys I made.

The two eggs are rattles for Brother. And a cracked egg with a bunny for Sadie.

And here's the bunny out of its egg.

And, yes, I am aware that bunnies do not come from eggs. Creative license, people.

Happy Spring, Everyone!