I posted this morning.

About 14 hours ago. Man, it feels like three days ago. Heh.

Some interesting thoughts, in no particular order:

It miiiight be time to start contemplating potty training when one is changing one's son's diaper, pulls out three wipes, and is interrupted by the diaper changee pulling another wipe out of the package while spouting "My need FOUR wipes". Mathematical ability is probably lower down the list of life skills than, like, not pooping oneself.

Another baby outfit of the day (and an itty bitty yawn):

I'm quickly developing an obsession with tiny cardigans.

The Beaker hair is alive and well.

Actually, her hairline has receded, so now she looks even MORE like Beaker. I'm reeeaaally tempted to just put her in a lab coat and follow her around with a squeaker for Halloween, but I'm pretty sure she'd never forgive me.

Sunday.

Payne has gifted the congregation of Sacred Heart with more in-mass entertainment.

I was on my own with them this week (Dan was shooting a wedding in flipping Cabo San Lucas. So jealous!), so we spent mass in the cry room. Payne was fairly good, mostly perusing the children's book selection. I was quite pleased! However, when we left the forgiving (and sound proofed) confines of the room to get in line for the Eucharist, all...um...all...Hades? broke loose. We were the very last people in line, so we were essentially on display. And then Payne lost function of this lower legs, poor thing. Spontaneous below the knee paralysis; it's such a common affliction in toddlers. I should start up a foundation for research on its behalf.

I had Genevieve in one arm, and I simply can't pick Payne up or carry him with a single arm anymore, so my options were to drag him by one of his arms (a valid option at McDonald's, not so much at our present location) or bluff, say "bye" and pray he gives a flip.

I bluffed. He crawled after me. He crawled down the aisle. He crawled up to the Deacon for his blessing. He crawled away.

There's potentially nothing more embarrassing than hearing the sound of a collective chuckle produced by hundreds in honor of one's offspring.

And now for something entirely unrelated...

This is Genevieve's car seat glower.

"I am tolerating this. I shall not scream because I'm getting a sort of road bump massage, but I shall not relax because I don't want to be in this damn bucket."

And this is Payne's car seat demeanor. (As usual, the blur is a side effect of toddler vibration)

The soundtrack goes something like "Mommy! What daaaaat? O'er dare? Mommy! I see Gnee Gnee and Pappy? I see Ganmom and Pop Pop? I go paaaaay? Mommy! Mine some coc-oh-at miowk? Mommy!"

I love them, so much. I really do.

I wish I had a photo...

Last night Payne played hard in my parents' backyard. Wildfire smoke be damned; it was too beautiful to stay inside! My parents have recently started putting out hummingbird feeders because the drought is apparently presenting a food shortage for the little guys; who knew? So now there is a veritable hummingbird nature preserve going on back there. The yard is swarming with pint sized birds, or "baby dirps" as Payne calls them.

So Payne got ahold of a butterfly net and was determined to catch a baby dirp. He was running around like a mad man yelling "Baby dirps I get you! My coming!". Of course, they were across the yard before he made three steps in their general direction. My poor weeblet got frustrated after awhile and sighed "Is too hard". He was looking a little teary, so I kindly offered up the resident dachshund as a sacrifice. I'm so mean. I tried to talk up "catching" leaves in the net first, but Payne remained unimpressed after a few swats at a less than fortunate fern. So I let him chase Hannah around for a little bit and then helped him put the net over her head for a second.

No dachshunds were harmed in the entertainment of my toddler. Scouts honor.

Meanwhile, Genevieve happily stared at the sky while looking fab in her BBOOTD (baby outfit of the day). Heh.



Black is the new pink, y'all.

Attire.

This was an inspired choice. I think it'll start a new "Coniferous Head Wear" movement.


Oh, and that t-shirt is the. most. random. thing. A fairly realistic tiger wearing sunglasses? And a self esteem boosting little label for the kiddo there? Okaaaay. But the weird thing is I really love it and put it on him all the time. HE loves it because there's a tiger on it, which has been his favorite since we started taking him to the zoo. He asks to "See tigers? See wines? (lions)" constantly. He also likes to tell us there are "Tigers in da boodezz (bushes)" regularly, regardless of the presence of bushes...or tigers, at the time.

And an unconscious baby, you say? Incorrect! She is actually shutting her eyes and throwing her fists towards the heavens (or, um, the back of the couch) in pure rapture at the prospect of wearing itty bitty dragonflies for the rest of the day. Yep.

Yes, this photo was posed.

But it's still damn cute.



Well, the only posed part was Genevieve seemingly rocking the iphone.

We're so funneh.

And just because I love me some butt up in the air napping...and rugby stripes...and hoods on babies...and baby bird hair...

My apologies.

No photos or witty dialogue tonight since I haven't had time to post from
A real computer.

Payne is going through a bossy phase and it's pretty awesome. Some of my favorites:

"Dewwa! Go way. Dohn eat my food." (Stella actually obeyed)

"Daddy! Dohn be telling Mommy. Mommy dohn be telling Daddy!" (His way of telling us not to argue)

When Evie is crying in the car he looks over at her and loudly goes "Sssssss!".

Oh, and DO NOT think of switching seats once having chosen a spot. He will tell you "Top it! (stop it) Dat's daddy's/Mommy's/mine/Gen-vive's!".

He's dedicated; I'll give him that.

This morning I put on a short sleeved zip-up hoodie. Payne was fascinated, and desperately wanted to match me.

So, he wore this to the library and lunch.



It was (checking) 97 degrees.