"It's NEVER Too Early . . .

to Get Them Washing Dishes" is my motto.

Seriously, this is just another of Thad's and his father's attempts to turn the house into a waterpark. You should have seen the puddle on the floor when the park closed; as Thad says, "Cooooool!"

Even better was the sound of Pete's coaxing: "Okay, Buddy. Now that we've had fun, it's time to clean up. C'mon, Sport. I'll help you. Thad? Excuse me, Thad? We need to clean up now, Buddy. Come on, Thad. Thad?"

HeeHeeHee!

By the way, look at our son's loooooonnnnnngggggg legs!

"I a Clown, Mom!"

Yes. Yes, you are, Son!

See One, Do One, Teach One

I looked up from vacuuming and our son had my camera in his hands, snapping away, saying,

"Oh, cute!

Nice one, Mom!

Say 'Cheese!', Mom!

So cute, Mom!"

A Message from Heaven

"Come, Mom. I need your help . . . Come, please, Mom."

Chocolate Love!

a Thad Funny

He is sitting beside me with his arm up through the neck-hole of his shirt, saying to his arm, "Hi, Arm! Hi, Arm!"

Does He Have Any Hope of Being Normal?

The other day, Pete and Thad (who is now 28 months) came in the house singing "Photosynthesis" after a backyard science lesson. (One I should have joined, as my eight-grade science teacher, Mr. Bromann, would attest.)

You really haven't lived until you hear a todder lisp-singing, "Photosynthesis, photosynthesis. Photosynthesis, photosynthesis."

Honestly, you just haven't lived.

Can He Get Any Cuter??

SuperBoy with cape and Santa PJs . . .

Too Cool for School!

His Wow Wow Wubbsy Imitation.

His Curious George Imitation.

Don't ask.