Baths for Everyone

I just had to post this picture of Alex in mommy mode. When she's not too busy running her brother over, pushing him away, or placing objects on his head (her most favorite pastime), she occasionally has a sweet moment. I've caught her instructing her brother on what is or is not for eating, telling him to "Be careful, little boy" or finding a toy just for him. Here she is making sure he doesn't fall while he waits for his bath water to be ready. That boy can hear the bath water starting from the other side of the house. He may not be walking yet, but it doesn't stop him from throwing that leg up onto the side of the tub and doing everything he can to get in.

And here's one more, this time displaying purple panties ;)

Oh, and the not-walking-yet thing may be my fault. In an effort to keep daddy from missing yet another "first", I've been hiding his walking toy and doing nothing to encourage those first steps. Sorry Derek, mama's holding you back.

We accidentally let Grandma find out about Alex's love for receiving mail. Now she gets more packages than a 3-year-old has any right to. Oh, and Derek too of course lest he feel left out (according to Grandma, naturally).

So today I mowed the back yard for what is the VERY LAST time before Josh returns. I refuse to do it again. Josh, let me just say for the record that you were right, I should have hired somebody. And no, those brown patches weren't there when Josh left. And no, I'm not going to sweep the patio, thank you very much. But what I might do is buy a bee-bee gun and shoot that darn cat that keeps pooping in my yard. Black and white cat, beware! So not cool to mow over your piles. Do you think a bee-bee gun would just scare the cat or kill it?? Hmmmm....


Alright, I'm done. If you need me I'll be here:

Until I prune.