Iron Chef Adam

You'd think Shannon would be my sou chef...but once she gets a hold of a beater, she mentally checks out. Surprisingly, Adam has been the one keeping me company in the kitchen. Well, I guess not too suprising seeing as how he prefers to press his nose to the oven window and watch cookies baking over an episode of Sesame Street.

My little shadow. At first it was cute...the banging of the pots and pans. Very Boy.

Then he kicked it up a notch...using wooden spoons to stir his empty pots.

That's one thing about Adam; he's very observant.

Then he put it into 5th gear and it ain't so cute anymore. In fact, it made my heart stop.

Yes, I was actually making eggs, so that's a hot pan little Bubba is inches away from touching. I think I'm going to start using the microwave more.

A Video (or 2) to celebrate Grandparents Day

Sweet Adam. So observant. This explains the recent rise in our water bill.

Still attempting the fork, but playing more with textures.

September 13th is National Grandparents Day. My little runts are lucky to have 2 sets of sweet grandparents who know how to make them feel special. We all love you!

Got Game?

Because Adam does!

Ah Steve can finally play sports with his son. Every father's dream.

Gardenia's in the Garden

Gruwell's kill Gardenias!

Proven Fact.

Our house had a huge existing bush that I was sure would wither and die when I looked at it. No surprise that I was in shock when these angelic, fragrant blossoms started popping up everywhere!Love fresh flowers and needed an activity to pass the hot afternoon.

Shannon felt very special making her own arrangement.

Leaves be goneAll together now

Finishing touches.

The house smell amazing and even better....there's more!

Mr Independent

Adam has started brushing his hair, and ours, which is more like banging the brush on the back of the head. He also loves to help me unload the dishwasher onto the floor where he will play with a spoon and bowl, pretending or eat (or sending me a hint). Recently I've been giving him some utensils along with meals and this is what usually happens...

Careful attention to scooping precious food.

Hmm, tastes good (my favorite black bean puree)
Ok, that worked, but let me try my hands for greater mass movement.
Oh much better.

But what if I cut out the middle man and went straight to the source?Now we're talking.

Had it right the first time.

Now I'll toss these useless utensils to the side and stick with what I know.

Victory.

Full Belly.

Now YOU get to clean me (and the floor) up. Good luck!

Happy Birthday Gigi!

Big Boys Don't Cry

Unless you mess with their snuggly bear or givem' their 1 year shots.

And this is a BIG BOY!

(mean Mommy...I attempted to take away snuggly bear to get a better shot of his copious amounts of chubb)

I hate going to the doctors office. 2 hours of attempting to keep my 28 pound (96%) 1 year old from diving head first onto the germy linoleum. Then holding down this 32 inch (96%) now toddler (who still doesn't walk...mixed blessing) while he received 4 shots into his thunder thighs.

Even though I knew I could wash it, I just couldn't bring myself to take snuggly bear along for he trip. I've mentioned her in previous posts but I don't think I adequately painted a picture for you of the intense attachment that my little man has for this thing.

Meet the thing we refer to as Snuggly Bear, which is actually Dottie the Cat, a pink stuffed cat head attached to a pink pocka dot blanket made by Gund at the turn of the century. It was originally given to Shannon, but when Adam was a baby and would only go to bed if he was holding your finger, I threw this toy in his crib one night out of desperation.

Mercifully, he went to sleep, but I thought nothing of the possibilities for the future of this toy because Shannon has only been moderately attached to various items and only for short amounts of time. Continuing on with his pattern of being the yin to Shannon's yang, Adam will pull it out of his crib (between the bars), then tote it around in his mouth. He often "kisses" it, or bites it when he's excited or feeling affection it (he does the same to me).
I've scoured the Internet looking for another Dottie, only to learn it has been discontinued and the sole human selling it wants 40$ for it. Sorry little dude, if you lose this thing, you're going to have to learn one of life's hard lessons early = supply and demand. I've attempted to slide in a very nice, gender neutral, snuggly bear from Target, but he wants nothing to do with it.

The best laid plans...

How does that saying go?


It was to be a wonderful week...Shannon was trilled to be starting school again and I had a list a mile long of things I was to get done while she was away learning and Adam was taking his morning nap. Monday morning was a reminder that all was not a yellow brick road as I scooted Shannon from getting dressed to eating, reminding her that it wasn't summer anymore and that we had to move it, or be spit spot (her words, not her actions). Managed to snap a few photos and it was off to school and Adams' 1 year check up (progress report to follow this week).Cute hair, huh? What I HAD accomplished before the comb "attacked her" and cause the previous post.Tuesday...off to school, spit spot. Just as I was baking banana bread and chatting with my sister about her crashed computer, I get a call from the preschool letting me know that Shannon has a fever and is wrapped up in a blanket in the principles office. But I was being so productive...guess I'll have to cancel grocery shopping and that trip to Hobby Lobby for fear of Shannon blowing chunks in the fabric department.

Next two days spent with this bundle of joy.Talk to the hand. Can't believe we already have a 50% absentee record. Not quite the week I had hoped for, but tomorrow is a new day and the world is my oyster. For my sanity, I've gotta get out more this week and based on my calendar, I shouldn't have any problems filling that need.