Meg reads to and tends Spencer for me. She is such a little mother. In fact, Grant sometimes refers to me as his "other mother" and to her as "mother." She is a big time help with Spencer and I will miss her when she goes to school next year.
For a little while we took Spencer's binky away. He took to sucking on this rubber duck instead. I'm sure we'll get back to taking it away some time soon. When he stops yelling at me about it. You know, when he's forty or something.
Everybody walking home from dropping off Ellie. While picturesque, we didn't get far before Spencer had to go back in the stroller. He doesn't really walk forward. He wanders backward, goes into the trees and just plain stops. We would never get home if we went according to his timetable.
Eating dirt:
Crazy day at school:
Pants that don't quite fit:
Around the house:
Furious that I took away the stamp pad he was eating. Blue. In case you didn't notice.
Helping plant our garden. Oh, tomatoes. How I love you! Grow soon!
Caterpillars into Butterflies.... Justin and I were just as interested as anybody else. They came out of their slumber when my mom came in town. We never actually saw one exit. Poof! And they were there.
80 cent ice cream. Divine.
Dinner out to avoid the craziness at home. At least I didn't have to sweep the floor.
Ellie wanted to make her own slide for her microscope so Justin took one for the team and stabbed himself to get a blood sample. The kids were fascinated that Dad's blood looked that cool.
1 comment:
Haha love the ducky binky substitute! And Oh yes its always exhilarating when you walk away from the table eating out and know you aren't responsible for the dishes and crazy mess of a table and floor your posterity has left!
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