Spring, glorious spring

For the first time in weeks it was finally nice enough to play outside. Mother Nature was kind enough to tease us with a few 70 degree days a few weeks ago, before sending the temperatures plummeting back into the 40s with wind gusts that would knock over poor Zander. The kids were getting antsy. I was getting antsy. And we were all getting crabby. Today's sunny weather couldn't have come at a better time. Let's just hope it sticks around this time!

We make Nick wear his helmet whenever he gets on his bike, unfortunately, he tends to forget to take it off when he is done riding. So, instead, it looks like we are worried about him getting beaned in the head with a plastic baseball. Then again, if I'm the one pitching that is a very distinct possibility!

Zander is going to be a problem child this summer. He has been walking for a few months now, but is still not super steady on his feet, especially with big clunky tennis shoes on. But, he refuses any help walking or getting on and off his toys. I am just waiting for him to crack his head on the cement. It won't be pretty, but I am not sure I can stop it. Maybe we should get him a helmet, too.

Just a few more

Since I am not as far in the editing process as I would like to be I figured I would add a few more to the blog tonight to tide Joni over until I get her the CD. I don't know why the color is wonky on the last one. It looks so much better in photoshop. Stupid blogger anyway.

Little Man D

What a smiley little guy Mr. D was. In just 30 minutes I managed to snap more than 200 pictures and I know there are quite a few that got him smiling. I only wish there was a little more sunlight so his eyes could sparkle just a little more. They are such a dark brown that they absorbed all the light! Oh well, I can't wait to get this little man outside --- though if today was any indication his mother will have her work cut out for her keeping him contained.

I only had a few minutes to look through photos today, but I can see already that he is a photogenic little guy and it will be hard to choose which ones to pass along.

Note to self

I am terrible at leaving things out. I know it would be easier to keep my house clean if I just picked up the little things I got out each day and then took 10 minutes each night to clean up the boys' toys. But, I've never been one to clean. My house is in a constant state of chaos --- never really dirty, just always quite cluttered. Today, I may have finally learned my lesson.

I was back on the computer editing some more pictures of cute little Baby Q when Mike yelled for me to come out onto our three seasons porch. There was Nick, happily playing away with all the clipper combs I used to cut his and his dad's hair yesterday. Then Mike showed me why he had actually called me out there --- Nick had taken the small shaver to his head and cut a nice swath of hair in the process. I guess I should just be thankful he didn't lose any eyebrows or somehow find a way to draw blood. After explaining to Nick why he could NEVER touch the clippers again Mike and I decided we were going to have to cut his hair down pretty short to try and cover his handiwork. It doesn't look too bad from the front, but unfortunately, most people are still taller than him and will be able to see the line on the top of his head.

It's times like this I am glad to have a boy though. We could shave him bald and no one would really think much about it. Do that to a girl and you might get some funny looks.

The hair shavings on Nick's forehead were Mike's first clue that something was amiss.

Then he saw the top of Nick's head.

Then he (kind of) fixed it.

Nick still doesn't know just how silly he looks --- and for once it has nothing to do with that crazy grin.

Baby Q

It's amazing how fast one can forget just how tiny newborn babies are. After chasing around my brutuses all day it was kind of fun to see Baby Q. Despite quite a few smooshed face or cross-eyed photos I did find at least one on my first quick glance through to show you guys tonight. I hope you like it.

Only 3 months behind

We celebrated Zander's first birthday this weekend and I have yet to get any of his 9 month photos edited really until tonight. I just wasn't all that happy with any of them, but felt I should probably put them out there for posterity if nothing else.

When little brothers attack

In just 11 short months Zander has learned that sometimes he has to fend for himself. Nick loves him dearly most of the time, but sometimes, he just gets into his face and won't leave him alone. And that's usually when Zander attacks --- he comes at Nick mouth wide open with a crazy baby yell in his throat.

Unfortunately, he has also taken to doing this on occassion when Nick isn't provoking him. And this time, it didn't end up so pretty. I picked the boys up from Robin's on Wednesday and she told me that Nick was pretty much minding his own business when Zander made a beeline for him and chomped down --- on his jaw. It was already several hours later and the mark was still pretty nasty looking.

Looks like I've got my work cut out for me with this one.
And just because I can - The Offender:

This is a whole other problem we are dealing with --- the child has NO fear.