Midwinter applesauce

Attison put diaper cream on his face. 

Twice in one day.

I wanted to stab him.

I did not stab him.

I will not stab anything.

Promise.

I will also work harder not to laugh and take a picture the first time he does something funny yet terrible, because then when he does it again it makes you want to stab things. 

One of our local farmers offers a winter CSA "grab bag" where you basically just order whatever you want that they normally sell at the Farmers Market (Mothers day - Thanksgiving in our neighborhood) and they drop it off at your house. We love Woolf Farms and were able to make about 7 quarts of applesauce in February! D is so excited!

Zoo class

Attison and I went to a zoo class. It was really great and we signed up for a bunch more this spring!

The class was for 2 year olds and it had to be 1 on 1 with a parent, no other siblings were allowed to come.  So we had some fun just the two of us.

They read the book The Mitten, colored, did a mitten craft, but best of all, got to meet some of the animals from the book! We pet a hare, a little fox, and a [hedgehog].

If you try to ask Attison what real live animals he pet at the zoo during the story time, he will say "A big big bear" which refers to the fake-bear skin that was glued to the wall that you can see in the first picture. 

Perhaps he has no memory of meeting this giant hare because he was picking his nose. Or perhaps because the hare was thumping himself so loudly in his little cage that we kind of expected something as strong as a gorilla to make noises that loud so a little/big hare was only...meh.

I have no recollection of taking this picture. I was probably listening in to the suburban mom's conversation and pretending to watch my kid. I don't necessarily hate all suburban mom's, but man did that lady have some dumb things to talk about.

An owl and a picture of an owl. See, everything is a learning experience. 

If you aren't asleep or eavesdropping.

Here he is petting the [hedgehog].

Here Mrs. Zebra belt is telling us that this is a [hedgehog]

Except that she didn't say hedgehog she said whatever this really is. I think she said Turmeric. But that is an Indian spice, so maybe its name is Turmeric.

A day

pj's 

and a trip to the science center.

You can see D's arm in this picture. He is on a climbing thing meant for 3rd graders. I was up there with him and he was really loving the concave window so I ran down to take his picture. Then he tried to escape. I ran back up to get him and a museum staff person saw his leg coming through the panel and royally freaked out. I suppose he was right to do so, I had the situation under control, but only kind of.

Pj's for dinner

spoon face

Health foods.

This is a spinach, mango, strawberry, oatmeal, orange juice smoothie. We sprinkled it with dried apple, lentil, quinoa, coconut, cinnamon crunch.

They called it applesauce with sprinkles, begged for more and licked it off the tray.

Booyah.

Why my mommy is crying

I threw this spoon at her unexpectedly. It hit her in the face.
I keep feeding D little pieces of garbage I find on the floor.
I never sit still. Ever. I'm teaching my brother.
I can open all of the child locks on the cabinets. Every brand. Every cabinet.
I eat whatever I want from the freezer, then when she notices and takes it I throw myself on the floor and scream. Bloody murder.
I started to sleep talk. I usually say "Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma. Need you."
I don't like pizza.
I am not happy unless my blocks are spread throughout the living room. I don't want to play with them and neither can anyone else. But they must remain out.
I carry chairs and turn on and off the lights.
I only sleep when D is awake.
She tried to teach me to swim. I practice when she changes my diaper.
On switches are to remain on. Always.