Morgan thinks he’s invincible. And so far he’s been right. He takes flying leaps off, well everything, and even when he belly-flops on the floor he must not feel it because he does it again. Sometimes it’s from the coffee table onto the couch. Sometimes it’s a leap from one box to another. Each is… Continue reading

“I want to hold the moon … it’s not hot.” Continue reading

The Boys  Continue reading

Going to the bathroom with kids is always an adventure. It never fails that as soon as you get everyone into the stall that one of then will start:1) Start unrolling the toilet paper2) Get into the trash can3) try to play in the toiletOr my favorite – 4) just as you are “mid-stream” (pun… Continue reading

Daddy is THE ONE – Mom can disappear into the background as long as Daddy is home. Dad is the one who wrestles, plays balloon games, is the master “car road and ball. Mom is the one who makes them eat REAL food, spends time doing laundry, dragging them from grocery store to dry cleaners… Continue reading

After the out of tune sing along we drove along in silence, mistakenly thinking the boys had fallen asleep when out of the backseat we hear, “My pee pee is sticking up.” Slightly shocked but not really me replies “Oh, that’s OK.” What am I supposed to say? Continue reading

Matt loves to sing – sings all the time. This was particularly funny as when we were driving hope he tried to sing “When you wish upon a star” so out of tune and to add to the cacophony Tyler started a rousing rendition of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in his best toddler tune. And… Continue reading

We’ve been going to see Ms. Jill to get haircuts since I moved to St. Louis. This time I was fortunate enough to bring Matt along for the juggling act. Tyler loves Ms. Jill. He know that Ms. Jill is the only one allowed to bring scissors anywhere near his head. So when Tyler ambled… Continue reading

Morgan is a toddler, an ACTIVE toddler. When Morgan is around no one and nothing is safe. Today the kitchen chairs were the target of the pent up energy, and not one was to be left standing. Before I could even turn around he had pushed all of the chairs off the ledge into the… Continue reading

He dribbles, he kicks, he makes his way down the field, he’s almost at the goal – full stop. “Oh beautiful flower.” Continue reading