"...and their joy was complete"

I think the apostle John said that, and it perfectly describes how Adam and Jack felt waking up in the same house together. Jack's Mom, Amy, is having a baby this morning so Jack slept over last night. The boys have been having a grand time terrorizing the house and each other.

Every so often I hear Jack say "No!". He likes to keep Adam in his place. Notice how he strategically placed his Cheerios out of Adam's reach? Smart kid.

It's So True

A friend of mine sent me a link to this blog called Stuff White People Like. Please maintain a sense of humor if you read it. I personally think it's hilarious. The post I linked to is about how white people love kitchen gadgets. Alas, I am one of these people. In my defense, however, my kitchen gadgets get used and abused. My Kitchen Aid makes this weird grinding sound every time I use it. I'm expecting it to explode at any moment. It does sit on my counter in a place of honor which is, apparently, so white.

I Think He's a Morning Person

I don't know where he gets it, because Scott and I roll out of bed moaning and squinting at the evil sun. Apparently, however, our son has not inherited that trait (or it will develop in the teenage years as it did with me). Anyway, I decided to take a picture of what Adam looks like when I go into his room to get him out of bed:


I also had to show these. He actually has enough hair to wake up with bedhead. I was a little sad to comb it down because it was just so cute:

11 Months Old

Hard to believe Adam is almost a year old. Here are some pictures from the last month to make you smile.


Please just look at Adam in this picture and not my protruding belly. No, I'm not pregnant. That is what happens when you eat half a dozen chocolate chip cookies in half an hour.


What a ham. I think we're going to have our hands full with this one.

Adam has what some would call "junk in the trunk". He really fills out his clothes...
Happy 11 months to our little (okay, big) boy!

Emily's Shower

I've been meaning to post pictures from my sister's shower for a while now. I especially wanted to post them for my sisters, who couldn't be there. This is the food table with my oh-so-cute decorations behind it.

This is Emily opening her friend Stacy's gift:

Here she is opening Melody's gift:

This is the bag I made her. Emily can take credit for how cute it is, she picked out the fabric.

Someone gave her these hats. How cute are they? If you can't tell, they say "Big Guy" and "Little Guy".

Happy Valentine's Day!

Scott and I don't usually do the Valentine's Day "thing". But I was making pancakes anyway so I thought these would be fun. I hope everyone had a "love"ly day!

Leaving a Trail of Destruction in His Wake

I hate showering while Adam sleeps. It seems like a waste of peaceful time to do such a functional, productive activity when I could be doing something unproductive, like reading or playing Settlers of Catan online. So, I devised a way to shower while Adam is awake that doesn't involve locking him in a padded room, well, not exactly a padded room. We have about four baby gates and a myriad of cupboard locks. Using this arsenal I completely baby proofed the house. It was so well baby proofed that I felt completely comfortable hopping in the shower and leaving Adam to his own devices. It worked! At least for a few days. He would play, and then come in to check that I was still in the shower (he would often laugh during these "shower checks", don't know what that's about, I'm trying not to be offended).

Anyway, I was taking my shower the other day and Adam came to check on me. He closed the curtain and then got very quiet...never a good sign. I opened the curtain to find him happily splashing his hand in the toilet (the lid had been closed and he had never before demonstrated and ability to open the lid). Um, yuck. I jumped out of the shower, soaking wet, and tried to wash his hands in the sink. I then realized that I was getting him completely wet in the process so I decided the best thing to do was to strip him down and bring him in the shower with me.

After all of this fun, Adam was exhausted so I put him down for his nap. I came downstairs to curl up in a ball and read for the duration of his nap and found this:

and this...

Here are the clothes and diaper I discarded so I could bring him in the shower with me:

More of his handiwork

It seems as though it might be more logical to shower while Adam sleeps since, as you may have guessed, I didn't get to read during this particular nap.

Best Toy. Ever.

On Saturday, we went to a birthday party for The Boy at the Finkle's house. They gave out balloons to the kids as party favors. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.

Saturday Night:

Sunday, after church:

Monday Morning:

Notice how the balloon doesn't even float anymore? Doesn't matter. Still his favorite thing in the house.

Monday Night (I'm at book club, which is why my child looks like an orphan):

Tuesday Morning:
His Dad took this one. I would have picked the remnants of his cold off of his nose before taking a picture.