Stay out!

Brings a tear to my eye to see the lad fort-up like that. Next thing you know he'll be dissecting the couch and asking for more blankets because the enemy has infiltrated the kitchen.

Simon Says: Kiss

Simon (after giving me a hug and kiss):  I'm a great kisser.

When 'pizza night' follows 'chili night'

Natch...

 Before.

After.

As I was taking a picture of it, Erinn said "You are not putting that on the blog."

Then she tasted it.

Cat's not in the cradle

Only one of us is posing for this picture.

Miss you, Daddy!

We've almost survived Andrew being gone for five days!  (Note I have this so under control that I am even able to find the time to blog about it.)

 

Me and Simon making a cake at Mimi's to celebrate Miles' 3 Month Birthday

 The cake (complete with leftover Christmas sprinkles)

 

Miles watching Simon eat HIS cake

 

The easiest baby ever

 

 Documentation that I actually cooked something in "Daddy's oven" (as Simon calls it)

We miss you Daddy and can't wait for you to come home because we can't live on cake and asparagus.

Happy 3 Months, Miles!

Simon Says: I'm sick

Me:  Simon, go get your shoes.
Simon:  I can't, I'm sick.

Me (later):  Simon, it's time to brush your teeth.
Simon:  I can't, I'm sick.

Me (even later):  Simon, let's pick up these toys.
Simon:  I can't, I'm sick.

Simon:  When am I going with JoJo?
Me:  You can't, you're sick.
Simon (with enthusiasm):  I'm not sick anymore!

Edited to add: He's not sick of course.

More Christmas on New Years Day

Simon starts off the morning by finishing off the cookie that Santa couldn't finish.

And then his (and mine) new favorite toy: the research vessel.  Complete with giant squid!!

Miles' favorite toy:  Sophie the giraffe.

Simon shows how patient he is waiting to open presents.

Off to Pop and JoJo's where Miles does what he does best:  Sleep.

But he woke up in time to try his new bumbo...

The best gift under the tree at Mimi and PawPaws:  A nap.

Paw Paw's gumbo heats up.

Kelly and Miles.

Simon cooperates for a picture with Erinn...

but not for me.

Simon inspects Olivia's Sing-a-ma-jig.

Now that's a kid's table, especially after PawPaw and I joined them.

No gumbo for Miles, just a fistful of fist.

One last sleep that night in their Christmas jammies.

Happy 2011!