Heheh. No it doesn’t- it’s a scentless weed. But, he’s awfully cute.

I made this t-shirt. It’s pretty bad. Like, I won’t let him leave the house in it bad. But, he asks to wear it, and does. It almost makes up for the fact that he turns up his nose at the adorable, soft, cozy pajama pants I made him. Almost.

A very popular phrase around here, is “He is SUCH A TODDLER!!!” What we mean, is, he is such a bratty teenager. Oh, the attitude. He is testing his world- it is absolutely amazing watching him figure things out. And often… very, very, VERY frustrating. I hear three is worse than two. Eek!

And oh, I know that she’ll get there one day. But, for now, Gwen is just a ball of sunshine. She seriously smiles more than should be humanly possible- she giggles just because I’m giggling. Just happiness embodied.

She sits up SO well! She loves it when we help her stand, loves to bounce, rolls over both ways whenever she wants to, and is trying very hard to get some forward motion when she’s on her belly. It’s hard to believe she’ll be chasing her brother soon!

And oh, yes- she is really working on hair, too. Thank you, Gwen’s head.

Lots more pictures coming up soon.

But, proof that he still loves his mommy- he wants to wear his mom-made bright ugly yellow t-shirt with the wonky collar, every time he sees it clean.

He had a bad day- he’d decided to run full speed into a wall at Kindermusik that morning, and bit his lip almost through. Blood, blood, blood, it was just awful. On the way home I was trying to talk about everything I could think of that makes him happy, and the playgrounds were the first thing that worked. He wanted to go on a big slide! It stopped the tears and made him forget about his swelling lip for a little while, so of course I promised we’d take him that afternoon. And the entire time I was on edge, worried that he’d do something nuts again and hurt himself worse. We made it out safely, though. Phew.