Cute

This weekend I have added two more long posts in my to-post-pile, Gwen's day on the rope course and our tour of the port of Long Beach, but I am procrastinating them along with the three other posts still waiting to be done and just putting some pictures up. These are all things I thought were cute enough to photograph during the week.

Naomi caught a baby lizard.

I don't know what I think is cuter, the tiny reptile, or those chubby, grimy hands - okay, I do know, it is the hands :)

Each of the kids has some summer vacation meal assignments and the other day Heather set out sandwich fixings for cheese and mayonnaise OR peanut butter and banana sandwiches. Naomi didn't hear the "OR" part.

Michael was having fun in the bath with bubbles. The blur over his neck is Mo's hand helping him add MORE bubbles.

Kelly has such a cute smile and...

...I think Stan is really cute!

This past month...

...a lot has been going on around here, as I am sure has been the case in your families.

A couple of the things that kept us hopping in December were, four different concerts at school...


... and a piano recital...

...with videos to be posted in the near, or maybe distant future.

It also rained and the kids played in the backyard in the wet and mud.

It's all fun and games until you look down at your favorite dress and realize it does not look the way it used to.

Amazingly, all that mud came out of her clothes.

Bubbles

Dirty, Clean, Messy Again

Yesterday, Michael played with his sisters in the backyard for a while. They found an orange that had fallen off the tree and Michael wanted to eat it, but he was too dirty to consume anything without major contamination occurring.

It took two applications of baby shampoo and countless cups of water dumped over his head to get him clean. The water was grayish brown when we were done and had nameless backyard things (in addition to the orange) floating in it.




When he was all shiny clean and dressed, it was time for lunch. At the end of the meal, he was left with a cup that had an inch and a half of milk in it. He was just about t o exit his high chair in his usual fashion, by sliding down under the tray, when I told him, "Finish your milk before you get down or I'll have to dump it in the sink."

He grabbed his cup, took a big swallow and said, "I'll dump it in the sink!" He then proceeded to leave his high chair with the cup in his hand, revealing gloppy graham cracker pieces and bits of chewed up apple mixed with the milk that showered his hair, face, shirt and high chair, while I was hollering, ineffectually, "Leave the cup on your tray, leave it on the tray!!!"

So much for the clean boy!