Last night, as we tucked him in bed, he had one last stall tactic for his dad. "Dad, can I enjoy the rich, meaty taste of Chef Boyardee?"
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Advertising at It's Best
Our 5 year old is obsessed with television and especially commercials. He is world famous for wanting every new toy or snack he sees on tv. (All of this said, we truly do limit his tv time. He also loves being outdoors and creating artwork.)

First Grade Musical
Easter
We were excited to spend Easter with most of our family this year. We had both sets of grandparents, an aunt, an uncle, and 2 cousins. Preparations for the big day began on Saturday when everyone arrived. The boys made the traditional Easter cake with Mer. We died eggs in the yard, and the adults began the food preparations.
The boys woke up extra early...eager with Easter excitement. We examined the loot, had breakfast, and got ready for church.
We had a rainy start to the day, so the Easter Bunny showed us how smart he could be. He hid plastic eggs in our house and told us that the moms and dads should hide the real eggs when the sun came out. The sun did come out eventually and it was an absolutely beautiful day. We only wish more days could be like this one...surrounded by family and friends.
The boys woke up extra early...eager with Easter excitement. We examined the loot, had breakfast, and got ready for church.
We had a rainy start to the day, so the Easter Bunny showed us how smart he could be. He hid plastic eggs in our house and told us that the moms and dads should hide the real eggs when the sun came out. The sun did come out eventually and it was an absolutely beautiful day. We only wish more days could be like this one...surrounded by family and friends.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Monkey See, Monkey Two
On Easter Sunday, M turned 2. It doesn't quite seem possible that two years have already gone by. He has been a true blessing. We've enjoyed every second...well almost every second.
Our day started a little rough. Mer suggested putting two candles in his pancakes so we could sing to him. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it. The picture tells it all. We finally figured out that he was really wondering what happened to his cake.
Things seemed to get worse before they got better. He was exhausted. K and J woke up way too early to find out what the Easter Bunny had left for them, which meant M had to wake up super early, too. He barely made it through lunch, so we decided to postpone the birthday celebration until the evening. I think it was a good decision, as his disposition definitely did improve after a "do do" and a little time with Bop.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
New Playhouse
M's birthday is on Easter this year. We decided to give him his birthday present a little early to make the distinction between Easter and his big day. As the pictures show, we made it a family event. We had cousin T and Uncle S help out on the assembly. Dad could have done it alone, but it sure was a lot more fun this way!
Burgers, anyone?
Time Out
M has been cracking us up with his "self-discipline." When he makes a poor choice, he quickly puts himself in time out.
A few weeks ago, he and J were sitting in a chair together watching cartoons. J let me know that he was scratched by the little guy. He started to climb out of the chair. When I asked him where he was going, he said, "to time out." He walked at first and then sped up to a slow jog as he approached the chair. He plopped himself down and began to cry huge tears. It was all I could do not to laugh. I gave him the 30 seconds or so that he needed and then walked over for a hug. I asked him what might need to happen next. He said, "Sorry, J."
I wasn't sure if this was really going to stick. Oddly enough, it has. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it works until he's at least 16!
A few weeks ago, he and J were sitting in a chair together watching cartoons. J let me know that he was scratched by the little guy. He started to climb out of the chair. When I asked him where he was going, he said, "to time out." He walked at first and then sped up to a slow jog as he approached the chair. He plopped himself down and began to cry huge tears. It was all I could do not to laugh. I gave him the 30 seconds or so that he needed and then walked over for a hug. I asked him what might need to happen next. He said, "Sorry, J."
I wasn't sure if this was really going to stick. Oddly enough, it has. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it works until he's at least 16!
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