what.the.heck?

spidermen

a pirate booty intervention...

I think E may need one. I can't pry this bag out of his hand. Snack time? Pirate booty. With lunch? Pirate booty. Breakfast? Pirate Booty...ok, that's where I draw the line.

how you watch wild kratts

obviously.

what 'cha eating?

...can I have a bite?

...what...

grapes

Grapes at lunch, momma? What's that you say? This ISN'T what you're supposed to do with them?

 squish!

Oh, & thanks for taking the time to cut them in half for me. It makes it much easier to SMASH them!

 smashing grapes...smashing grapes...

 Mommy, I'm almost out of grapes to smash...NOT to eat. Can I have more?

 Please?

is it tornado season?

...because I think I've seen one with curly blond hair that leaves a path of destruction wherever he goes.

 3 minutes

I'm just thankful the lids were on tight.

...but what's a little mess when it makes him this happy.

What.the.heck?

I was making my way to the bathroom at 3:00 this morning, when I noticed an interesting scene in the kitchen...

1. A chair was placed in front of the now open cabinet that houses the glasses.
2. The once full Brita was now only half full and sitting on the floor in a puddle.
3. An unopened pudding cup sat on the kitchen table.

I immediately went into M's room to find him sound asleep with an empty glass of water on his nightstand.  Guess he was thirsty, huh?  Could you imagine the mess I would have found if he had got that pudding cup opened (because he DID NOT have a spoon out)?

There are many, but the really scary part?  We heard none of this!  Now, all the "what ifs" are racing through my head.  What if he fell?  What if he decided to explore the cleaning supplies or the knives or the package of raw chicken in the refrigerator?  Suffice it to say, I didn't sleep too well for the rest of the night.

I was as equally horrified as I was proud of his growing independence, but since I can't lock him in his room, I suppose the baby monitor will be coming back out.

Why so serious?

Dark Knight came out years ago, but is it ever too late for a jelly-toast Joker?

What M gets away with at Mimi's house...

I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't seeing it first hand. It's nothing too bad, but he knows Mimi is a softie.

Yes, he's playing piano, singing, and dancing...in his jammies...which means it's still morning.

Desperate to handle these candles, he pulled the chair over and climbed on up. This was quite a process to witness.

He knows his manners...

...but I choose NOT to fight this battle today.

Defiance?

Daddy: M, can you say "Like a boss!"
M: No, I can't say "Like a boss."
Daddy: Ok, then don't say, "Like a boss!"
M: "Like a boss!"
Daddy & Mommy: ::chuckle, laugh::
M: "Like a boss!"

....geez....

hmmm...

I guess M can get his own snacks now.

Mini Sweet

M got his own pair of sunglasses yesterday.
I think this is his version of the Fonz...ayyy... or maybe a pirate.

and this one...just because...

Daddy made disguises out of pipe cleaners. M liked the mustache.

The latest funnies.

Daddy: Are you (fill in blank)?
Morgan: No, I'm not (fill in blank)...I'm Morgan!

The funny part is that you can fill in the blank with ANYTHING. Are you cold?...Lightning McQueen?...a good boy?... "No, I'm not a good boy, I'm Morgan!"

Has Uncle Eric been showing you how to smile for pictures?

Daddy has also been working on teaching Morgan "Hot Cross Buns" on the xylophone.

Hot Squatch Buns

Who likes stickers??

This is what happens when I take my eyes off M for one second!

News of the day...

"Ma-gan do it!" That is a well used phrase around here these days. We have reached an independent stage. Sadly, patience is not one of his greatest qualities yet, so M's endeavors end up in extreme frustration some of the time. We'll work through it.

Singing is a new favorite past time. M sings most of the time. He sings for fun, he sings in his crib, he sings when he's simply trying to communicate with us. "Mommy - more milk, peas?" has a melody. It's adorable.

Winnie the Pooh is M's current favorite character. He loves the books and probably asks to watch the movie at least 3 times a day. Luckily, he isn't disappointed when I say, "Not right now." We do watch it on occasion, but the books keep his attention as well. He knows all the characters, what they say and the songs they sing. "Oh, stuff and fluff."

When M gets to watch TV, he prefers this position to his comfortable chair. OK?

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Ring around the rosie...

...pocket full of posies...ashes, ashes...

...WE ALL FALL DOWN!

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

We had our first real snow of the season last night.
Here's the view out the front window this morning.

Our tree this year. Simple but special.

The mantle.
Stockings don't stay up because M likes to pull on them.

M greeted me in the living room wearing his
"no boots" before bath time tonight.
He walks like his feet weigh 100 pounds each.

Today, I'm thankful for washable crayons...

...I'll let you figure out why.

Even though we've been under the weather...

We can still FLOP on the couch cushions. AAAHHHH!

I was wondering why M didn't appear to have his shirt on after his nap...

...because he managed to get both arms through the neck and it was now around his waist. I guess it isn't just his big noggin stretching out the necks of his shirts.

"Where Maw-gie go?"

He has this book pretty much memorized.
"Oooohhhh la la, this is going to be grand!"