Everything is still a hat

Including this doll's dress he found in the play area next to the church kitchen.

Double Car

Mittens

I have had a terrible time finding mittens for babies. They are either cotton, or have fingers, or waaaay too big. There is one kind I've found (actually my sister found them) that are awesome, but you can't buy them without a hat, and we have plenty of hats.

Earlier this week, we went for a stroller walk and came home with 3 gloves on the 4 little hands. Crap. (better than the other way around, I suppose)

A few weeks ago, the day Aunt Sarah passed her nursing boards (yeaaaaaaaa!) she found herself at a review class she no longer needed to attend. So she bought some yarn and a hook and taught herself to crochet. (And the internet helped I think, but it didn't occur to me to ask. I was too busy discussing my experience mastering crocheting without slip knots, a travesty my sister could not understand.)

Because we were put on the earth to one-up each other, or so it seems, the perfect opportunity presented itself. Make some mittens Steph. Duh.

Here they are: pink, children's, mittens, with long wrists so they are harder to fall off accidentally. Success!

I even found some free (unwanted) yarn to make some for D.

Wook at my nose!

A demanded to eat oatmeal for breakfast and lunch today. Then he ate some kix and got one stuck on his nose. He was very proud of his new trick and even sat still and looked in the direction of me and the camera.

D said Mama. For real. He has been saying Da for awhile now, I have Attison trained to say " No Dennis say Ma Ma Ma Ma!!" And then we laugh and say "Ma Ma Ma!" together. Usually D replies "DA!" and we all laugh again and start over.

Jenny has been keeping up with her cleaning duties, further confusing the process of eating because we don't know how much the kiddos ate vs. dropped/fed to the dog.

Babies on a plane

One photo from sea world

Holy Moses.

We are getting really creative with the expletives around here. I apparently said "Holy Moses!" in front of Attison last week and now he says it a the time. It is like he is trying it out in different contexts to see what it means.
Once he said "I want to go in the holy Moses."
Tonight in the bath I asked him if we could get him washed and he said "ummm....no wash Holy Moses body mama."

He has also been "cutting things to half" lately and I think once he said he needed to cut holy Moses to half.

It is hard to keep track of holy Moses around here. Especially when no one knows what it means.

Decorating the PA Turnpike

We drove on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, the road we love to hate, and all of the rest plazas had Christmas Trees.  Some were nice, some were totally lame. One of the lame ones we decided to add an ornament that A made (read: Steph made and A rubbed a paint brush on for a fraction of a second). Then we did it again. We'll have to see if they are still up and our ornaments are still there when we hit the road again in January. Or perhaps next year for Christmas.