Tuesdays at Home

I still can't believe that I caught this picture with both of them looking at the camera and in such a cute pose too. Thanks to Nina who bought them these cute outfits. The best part is that I get a reprieve from laundry, at least for a day. Unless someone wants to send us some more clothes 4T/18-24m (kidding).

And what is he getting into? Who knows? He's fond of putting things where they don't belong--like toys in the diaper pail thingy, silverware in the trash can and flashlights in the laundry basket. As if emptying the diaper pail thingy, trash can and laundry basket wasn't hard enough.

It was too hot to go outside so we decided to make sugar cookies. See my logic: outside--hot, oven--oh, wait....I mean milk--cold. Makes sense to me. Here's my little helper/stirrer.

Everything is better with m&m's. I think most of them made it into Grace's mouth. We made these while Lucas was napping (when most of our baking occurs). If he only knew what he was missing out on, he would never nap again. Shhh, it's our secret. Sort of reminds me of an old SNL skit where Eddie Murphy dresses up like a white man and gets on a crowded bus. When the only black person gets off everyone else on the bus starts dancing and partying as though that's what white people do when black people aren't around. So hilarious. Let's just be clear though we actually do dance and party (and bake cookies) when Lucas takes a nap. It's a happy time. Just think about what I do when they both take a nap at the same time. Ooh, I'm getting goosebumps!
Just had to include this picture of Chucky or Rosie or Little Bear (depending on the time of day). I found him taking a snooze on my bathtub. He shows up here and there, sometimes sitting up as if in a chair. Mostly he's lying down though. He's one tired bear.

Father's Day results

Lucas and I got up early and decided that it would be a good idea to let him go ahead an eat before we started on Daddy's breakfast. This photo was snapped before he made a big mess by overturning his bowl and splish splashing in his milk. Self feeding is a work in progress.

Grace helping me make the ebleskiver which are Danish type pancakes. I saw the pan at Williams Sonoma and thought it would be interesting. When I found out that ebelskiver were a traditional Danish food (not a traditional breakfast food, I later learned), I knew that it would be a perfect dish for Father's day. Grace loved whipping everything together.

Our hard work complete. Not the best presentation, I know. Don't forget I had a 1 year old screaming and splish splashing in milk. They turned out pretty good but next time I'll definitely do just a few at a time to keep them from getting too dark (ok, from burning).
Breakfast in bed. Not really. We brought the breakfast up but the kids were too rowdy to let Daddy enjoy it in bed. I'm not fond of sleeping with syrup covered sheets. They love their Daddy.
They helped Daddy put his shop vac together. Lucas's tool of choice--the mallet. He was working so hard, we had to take his shirt off.
After breakfast, we headed out to Georgetown just to see what was out there. Steve found a candy store online but unfortunately it was closed. We opted for ice cream and a cappuccino at a nearby coffee shop. It was really hot (the weather, not the cappuccino or ice cream).
Lucas was all over the place with me close behind. I need a baby leash or a harness and a chariot (hmmm, could that really work?).
Isn't this a sweet picture? They look like such angels. I made the shirts using a freezer paper stencil. The were relatively easy to do and I'm sure they will get good use out them (at least every time Steve dresses them).

I don't have any pictures from my parents house but we spent the rest of the day there feasting on fried chicken, beans and potato salad (at my father's request). We went for a quick swim and before you know it the day was (thankfully) done.

So, my only question is "is it Mother's day yet?".

Happy Father's Day

Happy Father's Day. First to my own Dad whom I can now truly appreciate after being knee deep in dirty diapers, temper tantrums and sleepless nights with two babies of my own. Who knew that being a parent could be so um, trying? Thank you for always being there throughout these past 34 years. I'm sure that I will only become even more grateful as I get deeper into the joys of parenthood. I love you. Enjoy your fried chicken. Happy Father's day to the second Dad (currently Daddy) in my life, my wonderful husband, Steve. Our iMac is out of commission (convenient since it's Father's day and someone has a birthday soon. Hmmm, coincidence?) so I'm afraid I don't have access to earlier pictures.
Did you ever think you'd father such beautiful babies? You have been such a wonderful father from the beginning. I have very vivid memories of you holding Grace in the hospital, only a few hours old. I wasn't sure if you would ever let her go. How many pictures did you take that first day? Hundreds? Thousands? And who can ever forget that look of a proud papa upon seeing the beautiful red hair of his son?
You have only gotten better with time--sillier by the minute, never to be outdone by your children. And yes, honey, you can be silly all the time (at least today).

The consummate erector of toys and fun. Even amidst chaos and squeals, you manage to build it, assemble it, whatever it takes. What would we do without you?
I could not have asked for a better father for my children. Thank you for everything you do from changing diapers to making our children (and me) laugh to taking the kids out so that I can make dinner in peace. I have you to thank for whatever bit of sanity I have left. Your children adore you and so do I.

Enjoy the ebelskiver.