Sunday, April 15, 2012

Food

Our amazing Nursery leader served broccoli for snack today.  She deserves two gold stars for magnifying her calling.  And she reported that Zeke ate seconds and thirds, even before she pulled out the ranch dressing.  Yea!
Llellow is my favorite color.

On a related note, Zeke cooked his own breakfast twice this past week.  Here is a video from his second attempt:

video

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Happy Easter!


My cute family.  
You don't need to know the details, but this was not an easy picture to get.  
And, I'm totally doing it again next year.  


Help!  She's making me wear this tie!



See?  I hate it.


Church?  Whatever.  The hammer is coming with me.  

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Zeke the Monkey


Zeke on the rings at Muscle Beach

Ben's Socks

Ben likes to take off his socks. Recently, we found them.

Behind the crib

The Pile: a detail

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Zeke's Snack


Zeke loves his 2-wheel bike.  He's fast and he's getting really good at lifting up his feet and balancing while coasting.  One afternoon we went for a ride a little too close to Ben's nap time and Ben fell asleep in the stroller on the way home.  He must have been really tired because he never does that.  I hustled us home to get him in the crib, but we bumped into my neighbor just as I was unlocking the front door.

We exchanged pleasantries while Zeke rode up and down the hall way.  While I was chatting, I glanced down and saw Zeke sticking his finger in Ben's mouth.  Ben stayed asleep, but I gently pushed Zeke's hand away and said, "No, Zeke, let him sleep."
I turned back to the neighbor and then glanced down again and saw Zeke sticking his finger in Ben's mouth again.
"No, Zeke," I said, not as gently, "he's sleeping."  And I grasped Zeke's hand, pulled it away from Ben, and looked at it.
There was a big, dark booger half-lodged under the nail on his pointer finger.  I turned red, just imaging what my neighbor was thinking.
"Were you trying to feed Ben your booger?"  I asked him.
"Yes," he said sweetly, digging for more.
"We don't do that, okay?  You can eat your boogers, but you can't feed them to Ben."
Then, without hesitation, he sucked the boogers off his finger and rode off into the house.