Daddy, He's Your Son

I assumed all little boys put Kix up their nose.  

Then I called 'Aunt Shannon' who said 'not all boys.'

I'll only claim her as my own because she has the good sense 

to accessorize with any available object.

There's Simply No Excuse

I decided to bake some chocolate chip cookies the other day; the old-fashioned way--store bought cookie dough, already portioned, ready for baking.  This concept is really a brilliant idea.  There's no dirty kitchen.  No sticky fingers.  No thought.

Exhibit A:  The Mutant Cookies

I'm still trying to figure out what went wrong.  My execution was not as 'turn key' as anticipated.  Quite frankly, I feel the need to submit a formal apology to my children and husband.  Apparently when Mommy's in the kitchen it's a culinary roller coaster ride of extreme food highs and some super bombs that no normal dog would eat (completely justifying why my dogs are officially abnormal).

While these cookies were definitely not 'show-worthy'; they still tasted good and were completely devoured . . . mostly by me.

Happy Little Paddy's

God bless the genius who invented the bubble machine!  We heart you!

Happy belated St. Patrick's Day!  We rocked our beer mug hats again this year--seemed like the right thing to do!

Diva Da'ling & Super Star

Spring is coming and all the parenting magazines are pushing responsible sun care for the wee ones.  I finally bought the twins some sunglasses--or more accurately I acquired two additional items to break, lose and fight over.

Regardless, they love them and will eventually understand their intended purpose (people watching incognito).

Diva Da'ling loved taking them off; 

then putting them back on again . . . repeatedly.

Super Star enjoyed scrapping them against hard surfaces 

and other acts of death and destruction.

And The Oscar Goes To . . .

Finn! For his dramatic role in the hit movie Diaper Changes.

Here's a preview of what critics are calling:

'Heart Wrenching!' - Mommy
'Un-called For!' - Daddy
'Couldn't stop watching!' - Sister

Dirty Obsessions

Ever since we returned from our trip to New York, the twins have been obsessed with these miniature airplanes we purchased at the airport.  Obsessed--as in eat, sleep and breathe every moment with their airplanes.

Earlier this week they began sleeping with them (currently not regretting this decision--yet).  Yesterday, we reached another crossroads--should they eat with them?  My instincts screamed 'NO!"  It's hard enough getting the twins to focus on eating, let alone comprehending that sticky fingers only touch napkins (should probably introduce the napkin at some point).

Instantly, my vision became clouded with images of action figures covered in mashed potatoes and barbies smothered in ketchup.  I already hate cleaning up after mealtime.  Barbie would never get a bath, she'd take a trip to the nearest GoodWill where we'd officially become known as Those People who donate insults rather than reusable items.

I held my ground during lunch; however, by dinner my resolve broke.  Have you experienced Finn's 'wounded bird' pout (he's on to me).  Obviously, I accept this bad habit with full responsibility (doesn't mean I have to like it).

This morning, all five of us had a peaceful and loving breakfast together (and yes, I did clean the airplanes afterwards--they were bought at a premium in Concourse D).

Dramatic Interpretations

This morning I asked the twins if they wanted to get ready to go outside.  While I was searching for their day clothes they were busy 'getting ready to go outside' . . .

Lady Belle actually put on her shoes and hat, an 'A' for effort.

Never mind the shoes are on the wrong feet . . .

Well, Finn, he ran and grabbed . . . a shoe . . . 

from Mommy's closet . . . A+ for creativity!!